For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.

Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day

The directness of her question throws me. "I don't know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities...to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times"- my voice grows quiet - "that we've missed our chance.""Anna." Mer pauses. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.""But—""But what? You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world.

Will you please tell me you love me? I'm dying here.

Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.

So why did he do it?"Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistakes. He fell in love.

So why did he do it?"Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistake. He fell in love.