17 Quotes by Jennifer Cosgrove

I wan't sure what he saw in me, but I was glad he saw something.

He reached for the popcorn, and his arm brushed against mine. It was was if sparks had lit up the theater. I tried not to react, especially since I was fairly centain I was the only one feeling it.

(...) even if I wasn't sure if he liked me like that. If he liked boys like that. I was just happy he seemed to like me at all.It was enough.

This wasn't going to be easy. Honestly, I was tired of being the one who always had to know. Knowing how someone had died, whether by old age, sickness, or murder, quite frankly, sucked. Add in that I was probably betraying the trust of my only friend, and I felt like a real winner.

James's friendship meant more than any feelings I might have. That was enough. It would have to be enough.

I wanted to know anything and everything about him. I wanted to know why he looked at me like that and what he was thinking when he did.

I looked up , surprised, and his face was soft, questioning. I didn't know the answet. I didn't even know the question.

Is it safe to come in?"A strangled sound that might have been a laugh burst out of me. The innuendos were racing through my head.

I went and sat on the side of the bed to wait. Not for James, oh no. For the two ghosts who were absolutely, pardon the pun, dying to talk to me.