Sarcasm is always at someone's expense.

Okay, okay.” I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so it’s right over my heart. “Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?” “Yes.” “Feel how steady it is?” “It’s fast.” “Yes, well, that has nothing to do with the box.” I wince as soon as I’m done speaking. I just admitted to something. Hopefully he doesn’t realize that.

Some things are hard to let go of.

I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.

His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of

I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.