To this day she could make tap water boil just by kissing him.

You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.

He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?