He already knows what I look like," Cath said. "There's no point in being tricky about it now." "How is doing your hair--and maybe putting on some lip gloss--being tricky?" "It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny.

Nothing was dirty. With Park. Nothing could be shameful. Because Park was the sun, and that was the only way Eleanor could think to explain it.

But it’s up to us …’ he said softly. ‘It’s up to us not to lose this

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)

Take off your glasses." "Why? I thought you liked my glassess." "I love your glasses. I especially love the moment when you take them off.

He already knows what I look like," Cath said. "There's no point in being tricky about it now." "How is doing your hair--and maybe putting on some lip gloss--being tricky?" "It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny.

I'm sorry about yesterday," she said. He hung on to his straps and shrugged. "Yesterday happens.