Fitting together is something you work at. It’s something you make happen—because you love each other.

Maybe Park had paralyzed her with his ninja magic, his Vulcan handhold, and now he was going to eat her. That would be awesome.

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.

I don't have to forgive you, Cath said. It's not like that with you. You're just in with me. Always. No matter what happens.

That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.

Cath wished she didn't use the word "just" so much. It was her passive-aggressive tell, like someone who twitched when they were lying.

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