“On a scale of one to bitchy, how hung-over are you?”

“Bliss, I don’t normally do things like that. But I was second-guessing everything about coming here, and you were everything I needed. I don’t know how many times I’ve stopped myself from coming over here and knocking on your door. And yes, seeing you with Cade was definitely motivation, but more than that... I just like you, Bliss. As a teacher. As a person. As a guy.”

“Oh, I burned it with my straightener.”“You burned your leg with your straightener? How long is your leg hair?”

“SERIOUSLY? Is it because of Jesus? Are you, like, saving yourself for him?” Sex seemed simpler for Kelsey. She had the body of a Barbie and the sexually-charged brain of a teenage boy. “No, Kelsey,” I said. “It would be a little difficult to save myself for someone who died over two thousand years ago.”

“No matter how close, you are always too far My eyes are drawn everywhere you are.I’m tired of the way we both pretend Tired of always wanting and never giving in I can feel it in my skin, see it in your grin We’re more. We always have been.Think of everything we’ve missed. Every touch and every kiss. Because we both insist. Resist.Hold your breath and close your eyes Distract yourself with other guysIt’s no surprise, your defeated sighs Aren’t you tired of the lies?Think of everything we’ve missed. Every touch and every kiss. Because we both insist. Resist.  No matter how close, you are always too far My eyes are drawn everywhere you are.I’m done. I won’t ignore. I won’t pretend or resist.I want more.”

“Shakespeare. No one reads Shakespeare in a bar unless it’s a ploy to pick up girls. All I’m saying is you might have better luck up front.”

“Then, slowly, like the sunrise peeking over the horizon, she smiled.She snapped the box closed.She didn’t scream. She didn’t run. She didn’t faint.There might have been a little crying.But mostly… she danced.”