If I ever offer to plan your wedding or sweet sixteen or something, do yourself a favor and run away screaming.

Plus my boots were made of awesome.

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet.

Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly

Don't call me baby when you're pissed, Sweet Pea."
"Don't call me Sweet Pea at all, baby

You're bossy, arrogant, intrusive, annoying... "
His minor grin amplified.
See! Totally unrepentant...
"Do I have anything going for me?"
"... you can be sweet, you're a cuddler, and you carried me out of a burning building..."
"I'm a cuddler?"
"You spoon."
His brows went up. "That's important enough to be on your list?"
"Uh... yeah."
[He's grinning] "Fuckin' ridiculous what women think is important.