“when he kissed me i couldn't have cared less about being a good person. i felt amazing. p304 the fine art of… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I'd given the bare minimum of info-especially after-hypocrite that he is-Frankie made such dramatic gagging motions at my description of the Mustang… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I'm changing..." I said. "Don't do that," Alex said into my hair. Then he scooped me up and over so I was… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“So,twice a week I have my own tutor," he said shortly. "Who,trust me, makes my father look like a marshmellow. And on… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Oh,for God's sake," I scolded myself, channeling Frankie. "It's just a French session.It's just a French session with a cute guy.It's just… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Do you have any friends who aren't Phillites?" He scowled at me. "I hate that word. I really hate it." "Why?" I… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“You're really good." That one got away from me. "Your drawing, I mean." He shrugged. "Not really. Besides, what difference does it… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“This is not exactly what I had in mind when I agreed to miss lunch," Alex said grumpily forty minutes later. He… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Oh,for God's sake." Frankie rolled his eyes under his green porkpie hat. The color perfectly matched the VINCE stitched onto the pocket… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“My sister taught me the best trick. When the salesclerk isn't looking, you make Sharpie marks on the front of all the… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Well, good night," he said cheerfully. "Thanks for dinner." "Oh. Right." I took a half step back toward the house. "You're welcome."… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Nice gate,Ella." I looked back at Daniel. He waved torward my lap. "Oh." I draw on my eans when I don't have… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I started to turn toward the closest bus stop. Alex turned the other way. " Suivez-moi ," he commanded. So I followed.… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“There was something written in pencil in the bottom corner, smudged and faded. I leaned in until my nose was almost pressed… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Tina was hosting. She's a thirty-five-year-old version of Sienne, only bottle blonde.Same blind-you lipstick, same taste in clothes,same complete disregard for anyone… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“You know when I said I didn't need you?" I asked. He lifted one brow. "I was so wrong.I can't find words… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Whatever you want," he said. "Will you please come here now?" I slipped a piece of protective tissue over my drawing and… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Now,standing under our beautiful monstrosity, I couldn't help thinking that if Alex were to kiss me, it would look like that: me… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I like your hair," he said quietly, "but I think you'd look good whatever you did with it." Here's the thing.He looked… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Oh,Ella. I wish you'd had a better time at the ball." "Fuhgeddaboudit," I muttered. Greaseball. Freddy. Freak. "It's not like she and… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Alex was right in front of the mantel now, bent forward, his nose mere inches from a picture of me. "Oh,God. Don't… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“It was Day Three, Freshman Year, and I was a little bit lost in the school library,looking for a bathroom that wasn't… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Okay.First things first. Three things you don't want me to know about you." "What?" I gaped at him. "You're the one who… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“My bisnonno is such a man...Fine, you laugh again. Not so handsome,I think,but just as proud. He struts through the square with… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I Can't Make You Love Me.' Bonnie Raitt." "Oh,Fiorella." I glared at him a little as I climbed down. "Was that delightful… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I kept my head down and my mouth full. I didn't want Frankie's sharp eyes or tongue focused on me any more… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Nonna tucked each of her hands into the opposite sleeve, a wizened Confucius in a leopard bathrobe. "Michelangleo, he goes. For days… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“So,if it's all love or money, which is Alex Bainbridge?" I blinked at him. "What?" "He's a turd, Ella. He looked right… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I don't like this," he complained. He'd been complaining since I'd scooted off the chaise ten minutes earlier, leaving him on it.… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Mystery is good." He drummed his fingertips on my thigh. "Maybe.Maybe not. But I'll let it go. How about this: If I… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Truth or dare." "Not fair. You already had a turn." "Correct me if I'm wrong, but this little excursion was to make… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“What do you know about 1969, anyway? It was after your time." "I know everything." He gave me that sleepy-eyed smile of… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Frankie,I noticed as I flipped the mic up to its normal position, was staring at me through narrowed eyes, clapping so slowly… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Forty percent off. Come on, Ella, it's a sign." "Yeah. 'Stop.'" I took the sweater from his hands and holded it neatly… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I wove my way between the tables, pulling my hair forward over my shoulders as I went.Alex was still sitting when I… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“The Fall Ball," I told her. "Our Halloween dance." "Ah.You have a boy to go with?" "Absolutely.Frankie." She sighed, and perched on… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I noticed that she left her office door open, too.So she could keep an eye on me, no doubt, in case I… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I don't have a girlfriend." "Right." Daniel looked at me just long enough to make me squirm, and only just avoid flattening… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Just out of curiosity, do they know I'm here?" "Yep." My Mother did, anyway. Mention of a French tutor had effectively headed… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I think he painted the way he did," I answered, "because he had something perfect with Diana." I braced myself for her… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“You know when I said I didn't need you?" I asked. He lifted one brow. "I was so wrong.I can't find words to express… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Whatever you want," he said. "Will you please come here now?" I slipped a piece of protective tissue over my drawing and flipped the… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“When Sebastian, cearly delighted to be treated like one of the guys, didn't move, Alex bared his teeth. " Depeche-toi! " Sebastian depeched. Alex… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I ripped the sketch from the wall. "Liar." Edward looked more ravaged than usual. "That is a terrible word, coming from you." "Yup." "And… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I noticed that she left her office door open, too.So she could keep an eye on me, no doubt, in case I decided to… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“There was no doorman outside Harrison Kinuye's house, just a Phillite senior leaning into a huge stone urn. He extricated himself as I reached… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I never thought I would see you armed." I was trying for levity. It worked like a lead balloon.” — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Love is one of two things worth dying for. I have yet to decide on the second.” — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Okay,three things,and one of them has to be in French." I was back in the weird squashy chair; Alex was flopped on the bed.This… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“That's the thing about Willing: There's always someone happy to let you know exactly what your place is.” — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I think he painted the way he did," I answered, "because he had something perfect with Diana." I braced myself for her next scathing… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“None were particularly interesting, although I got a kick out of a note from the Philadelphia Zoo suggesting that since the tiger was not… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
