Trace Edward, what did I just say?” “That’s not my middle name.” He politely reminds her. “That’s Tripp’s middle name.” “Stop arguing with your mother,” says his father.

Propping up on his elbows, he takes my face in his hands and strokes my cheeks with his thumbs before ever so softly brushing light kisses across my face. There is nothing urgent about them, just a reassurance that he’s here in my arms, filling every fantasy I’ve ever had. And this will most likely be the end of me, because this is the Rome I saw, the Rome no one else could see. Sensitive, sweet, and loving. Intense.

I plan to intern for a law firm in my hometown next summer with the hopes of getting a job in their human resources department. Then I’m going to buy a house with Jameson and we’re going to live together, get married, and make cardigan-wearing babies.

You don’t need extra sleep – you need a personality adjustment. Consider this community service.

They say the bigger the man, the harder they fall. Well this is me letting you fall, Zeke. I can’t be there to catch you; I’m not strong enough to catch us both.

I don’t know why anyone considers grabbing a dude’s nuts through his jeans sexy.” I blink down at her. “Unless it was you. You can grab them any time you want.

He wants to call me? On the phone? Who even does that anymore?! This is an outrage! I won’t even pick up when my grandmother calls unless she calls twice in a row! If you need to get ahold of me, text. If it’s an emergency – still text.

Her mouth twists as she looks around. “We had some really good times out here on this porch. It’s like our spot.” “I’ll buy this house some day, rip the porch off, and bring it with us when we have our own place.” Our house. Our porch. Enough kids for a little league team.

The sadistic creep knows his stare is making my skin crawl. He relishes the fact. Guys like him? Surely college will be a short blip on the roadmap of his life, a pit stop on the way to bullying co-workers, business partners, and probably women. This guy? He’s a douchebag – one with a capital D.

I dig into my Chinese food with my fork, pretending not to listen – but if I were a GIF, I’d be the Michael Jackson eating popcorn in a movie theatre one, so engrossed am I.