Abe swept in, resplendent in a gray and yellow suit that coordinated bafflingly well with Adrian's paint job.

I hoped Lissa remained the only one with a surprise sibling.

The answer came to me before I'd even finished asking myself the question. I couldn't be Mason's girlfriend because when I imagined someone holding me and whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent.

ʺWe need someone to get the roomʹs attention,ʺ I said. ʺSomeone not afraid to make a spectacle—I mean, besides me, of course.ʺ

I’m still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy ever will." -Adrian-

They’re waiting for you. Go on in.” Adrian leaned close to Keith’s ear and spoke in an ominous voice. “If.You.Dare.” He poked Keith’s shoulder and gave a "Muhahaha” kind of monster laugh.

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