Too much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals.

Wow, that sounds total stalker." Or totally hot. God.

I tilt her chin up and bend my face to hers, silently praising every woman who's had a hand in making her who she is.

He stared down at me, and i examined his beautiful eyes up close, something i'd never tire of doing.

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

Say stop, whenever you want to stop. Understand?" I nodded. "Do you want to stop now?" My head moved back and forth to the pillow. "Thank God.

No matter what happened to any individual person, life was going on elsewhere. The first time Kennedy kissed me, it stood to reason that at the same time, other people were splitting up. And the night Kennedy broke my heart, somewhere - maybe right there in my dorm, other people were falling in love.