Screw being a better person.

That's the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.

That kind of love should've been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should've conquered anything.

Then Kyler kissed me, and I stopped thinking about words and languages, because there was nothing beyond how smooth and firm his lips felt against mine.

I love you,” he said, and he kissed me again. Feral. Possessive. I gasped out, “I love you too.

Well, you know, after we talked about it, I knew I had to say something to her soon. You… you gave me the courage to do it.” Tanner choked. I was seriously going to spin-kick him in the balls, but Syd smiled— smiled so widely and beautifully that Tanner’s balls might be safe.