You can run from some problems, but then you get caught up in others.

We kiss all the time." I clear my throat, then add, "We just...do it in private.

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.

You shouldn't love me. I don't deserve you.

If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat.

This connection we have isn't going away, it's only getting stronger. Because the more I spend time with her, the closer I want to be.

From the moment I told her about my dad, it was as if her whole body sighed in relief. As if someone else’s misery comforted her, made her feel as if she wasn’t alone.