I mean, I think I am basically a cool girl, but I am also a pain in the ass.

This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan—making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant.

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

I thought about the bigger picture of my life, and about the people—and particularly the guys—I would encounter during my lifetime. How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed … connection?

Why should I tell you?" he asked, with no small amount of petulance. "If you tell me, I will leave you alone," I said. "And if you don't tell me, I'm going to grab the nearest ghostwritten James Patterson romance novel and I am going to follow you through this store reading it out loud until you relent." Now I could see the fright beneath the defiance.

Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.

There was no word in the dictionary adequate to describe the sensation other than sensational.