Oh, shit!” My breath caught as I slid, and I stupidly kept my weight on Tate, which was too much for her. Backward I fell and into my lap she stumbled. We slammed to the floor, hitting the wood hard. I’d probably bruised every damn inch of my ass, but Tate was cool. She landed on me. That was cool for me, too.

Fallon and I were a lot like them. Only I didn’t love her, and she didn’t love me. I was infatuated with her once— and loved that she let me take my pubescent urges out on her— but we weren’t in love.

I've been trying for years, it seems, to be the kind of woman I admire, and all of a sudden I feel like I am that woman. I know I'm worth it. You're just not.

Challenges find us so we can become who we're meant to be,

For all intents and purposes, he was a fun guy.

Happiness is a direction, not a place.