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

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

I look like a hobo?" "Worse," he said. "Like a sad hobo clown." "And you like it?" "I love it." As soon as he said it, she broke into a smile. And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

Until this moment, she’d kept Park in a place in her head that she thought Richie couldn't get to. Completely separate from this house and everything that happened here. (It was a pretty awesome place. Like the only part of her head fit for praying.)

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

She’d majored in English, hoping that meant she could spend the next four years reading and writing. And maybe the next four years after that.

That girl had the subtlety of a Spencer’s Gifts shop.