Who Are These People?" My Mother Asked.

I’m Not Dangerous,” I Breathed. He Brought His Face Toward Mine. “you Are To Me.” And Somehow, Against All Reason, We Were Kissing.

It's Okay," I Said Soothingly. "you're Just Getting Your Stride Back. Once You're Up To Full Power, I'll Go Crack A Rib Or Something So We Can Test It." She Groaned. "the Horrible Part Is That I Don't Think You're Joking.

Is It True? You Had A Clean Getaway And Risked It All For Me?" I Swallowed. "it Wouldn't Have Been A Clean Getaway Without You.

It's Worth It. It's Worth Giving Up The Sun And Magic.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?