Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink.

I was not allowed to think of him. That was something I tried to be very strict about. Of course I slipped; I was only human. But I was getting better, and so the pain was something I could avoid for days at a time now. The trade-off was the never-ending numbness. Between pain and nothing, I'd chosen nothing.

You live a thousand lives when you read a thousand books.

Now you know," I said lightly, and shrugged. "No one's ever loved anyone as much as I love you.

Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?

Nice girl who knew cars. Wow. I stared at her face harder, wishing I knew how to make it work. C’mon, Jake – imprint already.