Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.

I wasn't fooled. He was avoiding looking at me. "There's nothing to talk about." "I knew you'd say that. Actually, it was a toss-up between that and 'I don't know what you're talking about.'" Dimitri sighed.

You look too pretty to be useful." "Truer words were never spoken.

Are you sleepwalking?' A voice asked behind me. "I was testing dorm security," I said. "It sucks.

He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I am the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you.

Metaphors. This was the cost of making out with an artist.

I also have a feeling your mother’s going to have a very ugly conversation with me." – Dimitri