93 Quotes by Jenn Bennett

Feeling alive is merely a rush of adrenaline.

The entire time they’re talking, I can’t tear my eyes away from Porter. What I’m feeling for him now is like drowning and floating at the same time.

Yeah. I guess I’m a color-inside-the-lines girl. Worse, really – I’d rather shade inside the lines with a nice, light 4H pencil. Something dark like a 5B or 6B? That’s me going nuts.” He laughed, stretching out his long legs.

If you don’t pay attention to things, they wander off.

You always go around sticking your hands down boys’ clothes?” he asks. “When they’re full of baked goods.” “Tomorrow I’m coming to work with ten pounds of pastries in my pants,” he mumbles to himself, making an ooaff! noise when I punch him lightly in the arm.

If you want to take me somewhere, give me your wallet.

What do I want?” His fingers brushed over loose strands of hair near my temple. “I want to call you every five minutes. I want to text you good night every night. I want to make you laugh. And I want you to look at me like you did that first night on the bus.

I pause, unsure what to type. It would be weird to say I’ve missed you too, even though I have, because that feels like I’m betraying Porter. I’m so confused. Maybe he doesn’t even mean it that way. Maybe he never did. Lord knows I’m not good at reading people.

But you know, sometimes people smile when they’re sad. And sometimes girls who look sad are really smiling.