I want to see your tattoos." "You do, huh?

He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.

sometimes, how a situation is perceived carries more weight than the reality of the matter.

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

oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.

What I can't do anywhere is be with you.