I’d always disparaged the games people played in pursuit of love - or the next hook up. The whole thing was a competition to see who could get how far, and I could never figure out if there was more luck or skill involved, or some unknowable combination of the two. People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.

Please touch me. I need you to touch me.

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

He brushed my tears from my face. "How did I find you?

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

Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that can happen. But that’s a lie. The worst thing is to be alive for no reason.

Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.