Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb.

That’s not the only reason I’m stayin’, chica. I can’t leave you any more than I could walk out that door right now while my leg is busted up. I was just thinkin’ . . . should we tell your parents now or later?” “Tell them what?” I ask, eyes wide. He kisses me softly, then says proudly, “That we’re in a serious, monogamous, committed relationship.” “We are?” “Sí. And when I get out of here, I’m gonna fix the door to your car.

If you tiptoe into cold water, you're missing out on the rush of plunging in headfirst.

Are you following me?" she asks, but doesn't meet my gaze. "Yeah," I say. "Why?" I give her the only honest and true answer I have. "You're where I want to be.

I'm not starting any fights. I might finish one though.

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.

I love you because you’re the only person I want to make love to without any conditions and—and I love that you need me.