“I’m tickling a traced pattern over her bare hip. She’s pretending to sleep. Her smile is an idiot. A bad secret keeper.” — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Angel?" he whispered in the dark. "Yes?" "What does it feel like to love someone?" A lump caught in my throat and… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
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“You really think love needs to have a future?” “Absolutely.” “Good,” Lily said. “So do I.” “Good,” I echoed, leaning in. “So… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
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