If not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.

the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.

It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed with sugar and coffee flavor.

But perhaps the best part of all was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking.

Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes.

A different word usually came to my mind when I thought of Yeva, though it did sound a lot like “witch.

Look, Sage. I don't know much about chemistry or computer hacking or photosynthery, but this is something I've got a lot of experience with." I think he mean photosynthesis, but I didn't correct him. "Use my knowledge. Don't let it go to waste.