I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd

I'm Guessing Whatever 'ways' You Have In Mind Aren't Jill-appropriate Either." "put Your Books Away And I'll Show You.

Come On Outside When Youʹre Done,ʺ I Told Her. ʺitʹs Like The Barbecue Of The Damned. Except . . . Thereʹs No Grill.

I Bet You Never Thought The Hardest Part Of Finding Your ‘saviorʹ Would Be Getting Her Mom To Let Her Stay Out Past Curfew.

If I Could Dream, I Know I'd Dream About You.i'd Dream About The Way You Smell And How Your Dark Hair Feels Like Silk Between My Fingers. I'd Dream About The Smoothness Of Your Skin And The Fierceness Of Your Lips When We Kiss. Without Dreams,i Have To Be Content With My Own Imagination—which Is Almost As Good. I Can Picture All Those Things Perfectly.

Do You Believe In Fairy Tales?" "what...what Kind Of Fairy Tales?" "the Kind You Aren't Supposed To Waste Your Life On.