A bad boy can be very good for a girl.

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.

When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

A picture is worth a thousand texts.

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.

A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.