He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. ‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’ ‘No,’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid of what I want.’ ‘What do you want?’ Then his face tightens. ‘Me?’ Slowly I nod.

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.

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

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that's true of beginnings, but it's not true of this, now.

Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.

He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.

If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.