He's exasperated. "I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!
I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s okay to be a blank canvas. Maybe it’s okay that my future is unknown. And maybe, I say with another smile, it’s okay to be inspired by the people who do know the...
Hot. I’ve been upgraded to hot.No one has ever called me hot. Cute? Yes. Adorable? yes, often and it makes me want to punch them. I didn’t know short girls could even be hot. I thought I’d been perman...
His eyes lock on mine.Anna,I promise that I will never leave you.My heart pounds in response.And Étienne knows it,because he takes my hand and holds it against his chest,to show me how hard his heart...
We're enveloped in pitch black. Wait here, I whisper.Are you getting your ax?Handcuffs.Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.
I trail my fingers across his cheek. He stays perfectly still for me. Please stop apologizing, Etienne.Say my name again, he whispers.I close my eyes and lean forward. Etienne.He takes my hands into h...
They stayed with my mum.That's... weird.Not really. Mum is cool, easy to get along with.I raise a teasing eyebrow. So where did YOU guys stay?Where we always stay. He stares back solemnly. In our sep...
We stop at a red light.Mom stares at me.You like himOH GOD,MOM.You do.You like this boy.He's just a friend.He has a girlfriend.Anna has a boooy-friend, Seany chants.I do not!ANNA HAS A BOOOY-FRIEND!
The distance between us feels too close, too far, too close.
You'll be so busy with Bridge and what's-his-name that you'll forget all about your English mate, St. Clair.Ha! So you are English! I poke him in the stomach.He grabs my hand and we wrestle, laughing....
I'm just as big a fool as the rest of them.
Avevo ragione. Per noi due, casa non è un luogo. È una persona.E noi siano finalmente a casa.
Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.
I'd like to point out that we've had zero problem reaching each other's mouths.
St. Clair gets a crush on Anna. He's torn between her and Ellie, and he spends so much time running between them that he hardly has time left for Josh. And the more time that Josh spends alone, the mo...
Confidence, darling. He leans across the table and touches a finger to my cheek. You could learn something from me, you know.
Instead, I argue and roll my eyes and act indifferent. And when I touch his arm, I shove it. Because that's what friends do.
I spin around and give him the finger down low, hoping Monsieur Boutin can't see. St. Clair responds by grinning and giving me the British version, the V-sign with his first two fingers. Monsieur Bout...
SPACES... BREAKS...TO CONTEMPLATE THINGS... TO FIGURE OUT WHAT'S IMPORTANT...
My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.