“I glanced again. He was still watching me. Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot… — John Green Copy Share Image
“She glanced up to see him watching her closely. “It’s good.” “It is?” His heavy brows shot up so high she thought they’d take flight. She giggled at the imagery.” — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
