She knew she was lovely, and she shared it like a gift. Every smile from Agatha was like waking up to a perfect sunny day. Agatha knew it. And she smiled at everyone who crossed her path, as if it were the most generous thing she could offer.

He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.

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

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.

Baz. "Have you ever done this before?" Simon. "Yes. No." "Yes or no?" "Yes. Not like this." Baz. "Not with a boy?" Simon. "Not when I really wanted it.

Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.

Things she knew now, that she hadn't known two hours ago: Park was covered with skin. Everywhere.