It was nice to see someone who appreciated her for her character, no matter how disgusted Christian was by the idea of ANYONE dating his aunt. And I actually kind of liked seeing Christian so obviously tormented. It was good for him.

Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. "That’s what I was supposed to say..." he gasped out. Those were his last words.

I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school?

What is it with you and frozen desserts Why do you always want them?" "Because we live in a dessert.

‎She didn't understand what it was like to be filled with a love so strong that it made your chest ache—a love you could only feel and not express. Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.

Taking a deep breathe, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I walked away.

One day she's throwing a book at me. The next, we're making out behind the library.