... you just turned down the woman who put a marshmallow duck in your hot chocolate. I hope you feel like a real asshole now.

My shirt got torn in a fight. Yours evidently has a fast-release tab.

What are you gonna say?" Emma asked. " 'I'm not sure I want you back, but I'm sure I don't want your ex-con ex-girlfriend to have you, either'? Yeah. That'll start this little triangle off on the right foot.

Like I'm going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin.

Hey." Her grin grew as she glanced from me to Nash, then back. "You're blocking the fridge." "There's a cooler in the other room." Nash nodded toward the main part of the house. Emma shrugged. "Yeah, but no one's making out in front of it.

Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.

Jace. This can't happen." I closed my eyes, thinking it would be easier to say without him looking back at me. But it wasn't. "This isn't about us. I can't leave Marc.