This is the part where I kiss you.

Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules?Clara: Because I love you.

Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.

I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.

I know I'm not inspiring much confidence at this point, but there's something else I thought I'd bring up.” She lifted her eyes to him. “I love you more than I love books.

I have a good life, I remind myself. There are plenty of people who love me. They're just not around at the moment.

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

Tucker doesn't see me right away. He smiles the way he does when he delivers the punch line for a joke, a wry, knowing little flash of teeth and dimple. I melt seeing that smile, remembering the times when it's been aimed at me.

I can't leave you," he says hoarsely."I can't leave you either," I say, shaking my head. "I can't.""Then don't," he says, and grabs me behind the neck and kisses me again, and the world is tilting, and everything goes black.