As much as I hated to admit it, I kind of looked forward to seeing him. It made no sense, but something about his infuriating nature made me forget about my other worries. Weirdly, I felt like I could relax around him.

Why not the Bahamas? Or the Corn Palace?

If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.

Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time." [...] "This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session." "Oh yeah?" I retorted. "Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then." "It's always a good a time to think about you naked," added someone nearby, breaking the tension further.

He anxiously touched his hair. "I think my hair gel's frozen.

Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.

You've got to take it on faith that the enemy of your enemy is your friend.