i happen to enjoy categorization.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

That’s one way of looking at it. I prefer to look at it another way—which is that if they are persistent enough, even tiny drops of water, over time, can change the rock forever. And it will never change back.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

Faction before blood.

I don't need to relive my fears anymore. All I need to do now is try to overcome them.