The problem with getting everything you want in life is that you're not prepared for disappointment when it comes.

Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

Em didn't truly understand about my panic attacks - no one did. But she'd never pushed me to explain, never tried to ditch me when things got weird, and never once looked at me like I was a freak.

So, what now? We’re friends?" Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die for each other, but unable to trust.

Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.

"I signed on for the role of ‘boyfriend,’ not ‘conscience.’ If you want wholesome and ethical, you’ll have to look elsewhere. But I promise that won’t be half as much fun as this is…" His hand slid down my side and over my hip, and my heart beat faster.