“Come on Shaw, just a little kiss. It's my birthday and I missed you so bad.”
“I knew one hundred little things about Noah Shaw but when he kissed me I couldn't remember my own name.”
“Birthdays should come every day. Especially when you missed so many as a kid.”
“I wonder if that’s just how it feels to miss someone so bad – like being stabbed in the gut a little bit, each time you think of them.”
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper as he kisses my neck. “Even when I didn’t know you, my soul still missed you.”
“I'm tipsy." I corrected, "and it's my birthday and I want to dance. Come one, Linc, it won't kill you.”