These things end,” she said. “They always end. Nobody marries their first love. First love is just that. First. It’s implied that something else will follow.

..I love your name. I don't want to cheat myself out of a single syllable.

He already knows what I look like," Cath said. "There's no point in being tricky about it now." "How is doing your hair--and maybe putting on some lip gloss--being tricky?" "It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny.

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

He looked like someone with a steerage ticket on the titanic. Somebody who'd be standing in line at Ellis Island. Undiluted and old-blooded. Also cute.

When Cath's eyes closed, her eyelids stuck. She wanted to open them. She wanted to get a better look at Levi's too-dark eyebrows, she wanted to admire his crazy, vampire hairline--she had a feeling this was never going to happen again and that it might even ruin what was left of her life, so she wanted to open her eyes and bear some witness.

I just had this feeling about you," she said. "Is that foolish?" "I hope not.