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

Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she'd ever written about Baz or Simon's chests. She'd written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm hollows. Levi's chest was a living thing.

Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.

I dare you to call Ask-A-Nurse and tell them you feel a presence in your womb region.

You give away nice like it doesn't cost you anything.

People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.

Maybe he was Filipino. Was that in Asia? Probably. Asia's out-of-control huge.