“I love you," she whispered. "And I love you," he said, kissing her. "Calli, you saved me." "What?" "If you hadn't come into my life, I'd have lived the rest of my miserable existence holed up in my room, raging… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Jen--"I am sorry that I hurt you. I don't have the words to tell you how sorry I am about that."..."I would do anything… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“why would i date him i like someone else"... "I'm the only someone else you know” — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Trev--"I heard you were going to go out with him and I burned with jealousy. No, burning isn't the right word. I was more… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“He grins as he straightens and walks toward me, the grin that brings out the dimples and nearly takes my knees out. I'm such… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Ella no sabe que nunca me iré, y si ella va, la seguiré hasta los confines de la tierra.” — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“I love you," she whispered. "And I love you," he said, kissing her. "Calli, you saved me." "What?" "If you hadn't come into my… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“The feel of arms around me, in comfort rather than as restraint or in harmful intent, undoes me. I cry for all the years… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“This is stupid, Kate. I love you. I want to be with you. Today, tomorrow, always. And I know you love me. Tell me… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“No, I don't party; no, I don't dress in black leather and chains; that's not my style. That's how I was raised. I worry… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“ You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way things are at school. I’m everyone’s favorite loser. There isn’t anyone more fun to… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Kate, I’ve loved you for years. I mean, I know twelve-year-olds don’t know what love is, so I guess I should say I’ve really… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Trevor : “Who says that you’re not good?” He sounds a little angry. “Who says that, Jen? Kyle? Beth? Ella? Your mother? You? Who… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“She slid her arms around his ribs, laying her cheek against his wounded back, splaying her fingers across his ribs. He stilled beneath her… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Yeah, I guess I do.” My heart plummets again. “Or I did. Maybe I still do. I don’t know. But I didn’t bring her… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
