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.

Are we going to New Orleans?" "No", she said, backing out of the spot. "We're going to West Virginia." "I assume by 'West Virginia,' you actually mean 'Hawaii,'" I said. "Or some place equally exciting.

Sydney, this is the kind of shirt that says, ‘You’re never getting in here.

Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?" "No" "No?" "No.

But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.” “Already crazy about you, Sage.

Can't you... I don't. Find a hobby or something?" "Being charming is my hobby.

We?" I asked. Of course. I'm not leaving you alone on this, no matter what. You know I'd never abandon you.