As we lay in the semi-dark hours later, we faced each other, sharing his pillow. I'd never felt more connected to anyone.

That’s what faith is, right?’ he says. ‘Believing in what can’t be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. I’ll catch you, every time, and I won’t let go.

Brooke?” I puff out a sigh. “For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven’t you put me into your contacts yet?” “Yeah... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I’d assigned that title to you.

Woman, if i was straight, i would steal you from him so hard.

The key to lying skillfully is never lie to yourself.

ME: You 're a sick girl. ERIN: Guilty as charged. :)

Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.