Maybe you’re not so bad after all.’He leant across the seat, jabbing his finger in the air. ‘If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.

I knew I couldn’t trust my illogical heart, and that meant I had to do everything in my power to stay away from him so I wouldn’t have to.

You didn't care about the .... the name.''Not the name.'. He led my gaze, unfaltering, unblinking. 'Just the girl.

Maybe I am looking at you,’ he whispered. 'Maybe I always have been.

I didn't kiss Sophie to get back at you, I kissed her because I'm in love with her!

He dropped his voice, and came a couple of inches closer. "I think you're beautiful when you wear oversize hoodies and fleece pyjamas with teddy bears on them. Or when you wear thick socks and use them to slide around on marble floors when you think no one's looking at you.""I - Oh. You know about that.""And I think you are especially beautiful when you are giving out to me.""In that case, you must find me constantly compelling.

He wasn't looking at me, and I wasn't looking at him. "Sometimes I wonder if you make decisions just to piss me off."I glared at the road. "Sometimes I wonder if you give yourself too much credit in my decision-making.

You realize you’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes?

You really are something else.