Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.

Your education or your life, Claire. I'd rather you be alive and a little bit dumber.

It's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do." He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. "But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.

my boyfriend is a rock god baby (and not kiss-of-death(sorry))

Tell me he’s not talking to Brandon,” Claire said. “Um… Ok. He’s not talking to Brandon.” “You’re lying.” “Yeah. He’s talking to Brandon. Look, let Shane do his thing, okay? He’s not as stupid as he looks, mostly.

Follow me,” Myrnin said. “And do stay together. And by the way, this is the last time I go anywhere with you people. You are all insane.

Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.