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

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

A little manic was what their house ran on.

It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one - and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right.

He didn't take her breath away. Maybe the opposite. But that was okay-that was really good, actually, to be near someone who filled your lungs with air.

He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.

He looked exactly like a rat. Like the human being version of a rat. Like the villain in a Don Bluth movie.