She's like a wind-up monkey that winds itself.

Every moment was a before and an after. Every moment was a now to be lived.

Landon Loucas Maxfield was asleep on his sofa. With me.

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.

She's like a wind-up monkey that winds itself.

Alarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy. Over a guy I barely knew, with whom I’d exchanged more saliva than sentences.

The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.