When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

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

This is college?' Schyler asked. 'or Downton Abbey?

I am not sorry for a moment . It was worth every moment, every second we were together. I would not change it for an immortal lifetime

That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

She nodded... and was about to turn away. Then, as if she thought better of it, she reached out and grabbed his arm. "Jack." "Yes?" "I. . ." she faltered. She knew what she wanted to tell him, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. It turned out she didn't have to. Jack put a hand to his heart and nodded. "I feel the same way about you.