He couldn’t grab reality if he attempted the task with both hands.

He could be doing quantum physics in his head or undressing her in his mind—she’d never know the difference.

Lord, but did he grow up nice.

The algorithms in his hard drive scrambled and his coding short-circuited. Like she’d downloaded a virus right into his system, he got feverishly hot.

He didn’t know what was hotter, her Star Wars reference or the breathiness with which she spoke it.

I’d tell you not to swoon, but he’d catch you, so never mind.

I’m not crazy.”“Said every loony that ever lived.

She was supposed to be my salvation, and though she wouldn’t be my ruin, the loss was going to thrust my life right back to what started my downward spiral in the first place.

Organization takes the fun out of everything.