How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little. Not like myself, Cath thought. "Like an idiot," she said softly. "And I never want it to stop.

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

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

...and his eyes were so green they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.

She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.

A little manic was what their house ran on.

I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.