She's the ulimate heroine, strong-willed and independent, intelligent, loyal, but at the same time, she's not flawless, she's not above mistakes, or falling in love.

Whenever I appeared to have won an argument, Mom would say something like, 'Even broken clocks are right twice a day.

I wanted to tell you that I just--I miss you. And maybe that sounds ridiculous--like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and... everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss--I don't know how else to say it--I miss both of you.

She chews her lip, staring into my eyes. "Okay... Why did you kiss me in Austin?" I laugh softly and she frowns. "Sorry. That one's too easy." My gaze flicks to her mouth and back. "I'd wanted to kiss you ever since Quinton suggested playing spin the bottle, and by that night in your room, I'd run out of willpower to fight it.

I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That I'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me?

Not. Your. Fault." I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.

Testing her sexuality, she thinks she's caught a beautiful fish, when in reality, she's netted a shark.