“I bundled in my own blanket and reflected on the strange and somewhat unexpected friendship that was slowly developing between Davin and… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I had always thought that I was fine with being alone. Halfway through high school, I moved from Brazil to America, and… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“You shouldn’t have to pretend to be as excited as I am just to make me happy. If it comes to that,… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Well, if you can accept that I’m a great big geeky fangirl, then I guess I can accept that you’re a skeptic… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,” I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“If you want to call it quits, just tell me. Man up and say it to my face. Don’t just skulk around.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him… — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“Um, you don’t have to join me, but if you’re looking for a table, there are a couple good seats over there.” He nodded… — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“Amazing? My heart fluttered. “But I don’t want Flash or Harry,” I murmured. “You want Spider-Man,” he finished for me, looking a little wistful.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“Nice slippers,” Davin grinned. They were green and furry. “Thanks.” I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new injury. “So… — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“He smiled at me shyly and took a step closer. I froze, heart pounding, as he put one hand on my cheek and leaned… — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“We didn't have to talk, and it wasn't awkward. We were just two lonely, out of place people sharing a holiday with junk food… — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,” he added.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right? It’s kind… — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“For someone who wrote a novel with a superhero named “Dark Lightning,” you wouldn’t think a thunderstorm would make me so nervous.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“No—I’ve got it,” Jill announced, interrupting my musing. “He’s a vampire.” I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous, ridiculous excuses… — J.M. Richards Copy Share
“He was quiet for a moment. “So, in this analogy, you’re Mary Jane?” “You got that right, Tiger.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share
