And I’m okay, I really am, most of the time. But sometimes, I’m just not.

I was sure you 'd dropped the class, which made me selfishly ecstatic. Without even knowing i was doing it, i started looking for you on campus.

I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.

Erin was right. Apologies could come too late.

I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.

I'm gonna make that asshole gnaw his own hand off that night, dammit.

My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.