He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.

It was the best kind of November day. Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy. Just cold enough that she could justifiably wear all her favorite clothes—cardigans and tights and leg warmers.

Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her. The first time he touched her hand, he'd known.

Then Park reached up and wrapped one of her red curls around his honey finger. "Back to missing you," he said, letting it go.

We're going to listen music in my room.' 'Fine,' his dad said from underneath the sink. 'Just don't get anybody pregnant.

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

Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?' 'None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.