You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.

You just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us.

Maybe I won't look so bad when you're not standing next to me.

A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway.

In the office, Michael sat behind our father’s desk, clicking away at the computer with his right hand, and making notes with his left. Ambidextrous freak.

She got to you, too, huh?" I said, sliding onto the bench seat across from him. "Actually, I called her." Luca grinned. "I'm vomiting from a possible case of food poisoning. You?" "Sudden onset menstruation." He nodded respectfully. "Classic." "Yeah, but I should have gone for something more long-term. Yours will get you out of the whole afternoon. Ferris Bueller would be proud.

If Eastlake High School were the universe, I would be one of the moons circling Planet Emma, constantly hidden by her shadow, and glad to be there. Nash Hudson would be one of the stars: too bright to look at, too hot to touch and at the center of his own solar system.