I'm not interested in making what's easy. I'm interested in making what's beautiful.
Seriously, I don't know any American girl who can resist an English accent.
Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.
I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. "Is this okay?" I whisper. "Are you okay?" His reply is anguished. Honest. "I love you."
There are some people in life that you can't get over.
You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.