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

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

I used to think of two people in love like that. Like puzzle pieces, fitting together. But it's not like that at all. Love pulls a part of you out, and it pulls a part of him - like taffy, stretching but not separating. The tendrils of each one wrap around the other, until they meld together. One, but not quite. Separate, but not quite.

LUCAS: I've done a couple from memory but they aren't the same. Can't quite get the shape of your jaw. The line of your neck. And your lips. I need to spend more time staring at them and less time tasting them. ME: I can't say i agree with that notion. LUCAS: More of both, then.

They call it 'falling in love' because it's less like stepping and more like tripping. Tripping is the part where you're still trying to remain upright

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

That macho protective bullshit is just some asshat man pissing on his territory so the other dogs will stay away.