As for being somewhere you're not supposed to be - maybe you're here for a reason, or there is no reason.

"Choosing to be with you, isn't a difficult decision, Jacqueline"... "It's easy. Incredibly easy."

His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. he stared down at me, his voice low. "There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline.

What will you do with them?" "Redo them in charcoal, probably." "And then?" "Tack them to my bedroom wall." Bedroom wall? "Who wouldn't want to wake up to this?

What do you say when the feelings don't fit into words?

He stuck the pencil over his ear, looking unconvinced. "Mmm. What position would you be the most comfortable for you?" I couldn't say aloud the answers that popped into my head at that question, but the flush that spread across my face like wildfire gave me away. He caught his lower lip in his teeth, and I was sure it was to contain a laugh. Most comfortable position? What about with my head stuck under a pillow?

there's not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know; i used to be one