It was considerably larger than a knife hilt.
Escape from the realm of the dead is impossible. She's not dead. Not this time.
This is not to say that I wasn't completely repulsed. I mean, I wasn't exactly proud that my stepbrother was in there tongue wrestling with the second stupidest person in our class, after himself.
When you feel like an outsider - for whatever reason - you spend a lot of time alone.
Writing is a workout, just like going for a run!
He let his mouth linger on mine, neither possessively nor sweetly... like his mouth just belonged there on mine. And he was right. It did. It always had.