Even his hair seemed more startled than usual.
But I hurt you. His voice grows quiet. I wish that I hadn't.
And then this — the moment he calls my name — is the real moment everything changes.He is no longer St. Clair, everyone's pal, everyone's friend.He is Étienne. Étienne, like the night we met. He is Ét...
And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe.Because there he is.He's engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absor...
A moment of reserve. That was it? The whole story?Yes. God, you're right. That was pants.I sidestep another aggressive couscous vendor. Pants?Rubbish. Crap. Shite.. Oh heavens, that's cute.
Él es tan hermoso, tan perfecto. Estoy mareada. Mi corazón martilla, mi pulso se acelera. Inclino mi rostro hacia el suyo, el responde con una inclinación lenta e idéntica hacia el mío.
You know what’s the strangest thing about tonight? Tonight, being an astoundingly strange night? What’s that? That you still don’t realize I’m willing to do anything, anything—he gestured in a full ci...
You know more useless crap, St. Clair. Good thing you're so darn cute, Josh says.
You don't think I'm perfect?No. You're delightfully screwy, and I wouldn't have you any other way.
You can carry alt these memories around. They'll last longer than your grief, I promise, and someday you'll be able to think of them and feel like I'm right there with you again.
Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day
Wow...Good wow?Standing ovation wow.
Why did you want me to dress warmly? she asks. Are you taking me to a Siberian prison?Nope.Abandoned research station in Antarctica?Nope.You’re taking me to practice for our two-person skeleton race a...
Why can't we sit together? What's the point of seat reservations,anyway? The bored woman calls my section next,and I think terrible thoughts about her as she slides my ticket through her machine. At l...
What do you say to someone who is not the same and yet completely the same?
What do you guys even do every night? The words slip from my mouth before I can stop them.It, Rashmi says. They do it. He's ditching us to screw.
We're in her bedroom,and she's helping me write an essay about my guniea pig for French class. She's wearing soccer shorts with a cashmere sweater, and even though it's silly-looking, it's endearingly...
They thought puzzle were boring. But I’ve always thought they were satisfying, you know? Each piece having its exact place.
They blinked in the dusk of the setting sun, a reminder that light was a recurring state.
There.You're officially Canadian. Try not to abuse your new power.Whatever.I'm totally going out tonight.Good. He slows down. You should.We're both standing still. He's so close to me.His gaze is lock...