“We've got lots of time to fall in love.”

“He's not meeting my eyes anymore. "We're young," he says. "We've got lots of time to fall in love.”

“Everything was falling into place. And out of place, at the same time.”

“And then I can feel what he feels. He’s waited such a long time for this moment. He loves how I feel in his arms. He loves the smell of my hair. He loves the way I looked at him just now, flushed and wanting more from him. He loves the color of my lips and now the taste of my mouth is making his knees feel weak and he doesn’t want to seem weak in front of me.”

“Come on, pretty boy,” he taunts. “Show me what you’ve got.”

“I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.”

“When I was a kid my mom used to tell me that if i have sex before i was married, my... junk would turn black and fall off.”