He was smoking hot. As in H-O-T-T, hott. I’d never understood until that moment
why girls insisted on adding an extra t. This guy was extra-t-worthy.
Good gracious, he was sexy—a word that had not existed in my personal vocabulary until that moment. This guy was sexy like it was his job or something.
We have to face difficulties to find out what our true strengths are. How we come back from failure is a very valuable test.
The beauty of poetry is that it can mean different things to different people at different times.
Seriously,” I whispered, unable to look away. “You're doing the bedroom-eyes thing again.
I was more myself with you during those three days than I’ve ever been with anyone in my life. It’d be easier if I could be fake with you, but you bring out everything in me, little Ann. All of it.