Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty.

Joseph Beringer...dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts. 'I don't even wear skirts,' I snap at him. 'Especially,' he says, 'in my daydreams.

It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish's nothing. How he hated and loved it. How proud he was of it, how wretched it was.

Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.

His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most

They're saying that you and Sean Kendrick were burning up the cliffs." Tommy spins me again and grins at me. "And when I say you and Sean Kendrick, I mean you and Sean Kendrick. And by burning, I mean burning.

when we're married, can we go to the ocean? I've never been