I held out my hot dog, which had grown cold. “Do you want this?” “No way. You’re going to need it. If anything bad happens, just take a bite. Ten seconds later, you’ll feel all warm and happy inside.

I already know my size. I don't need reminding.

I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower." He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.

And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile. "Stop laughing," I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. "Get me down." "Jump." "What?" "I'll catch you." "Are you crazy? Go inside and open the window. Or get a ladder." "I don't need a ladder. Jump. I'm not going to drop you.

...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

If I need romance, that's what Netflix is for.