“Give me your heart, Kacey. I'll take everything that comes with it”

“I don't hate you. I could never hate you. Give me your heart, Kacey. I'll take everything that comes with it.”

“I'll make you whole again, Kacey. I promise you, I will.”

“Trent’s chest rises with a quick inhale as his hands lift to grab mine and pull them out, placing them with a pat on the outside of his shirt. “Okay, you win. But don’t do that while I’m driving or we’ll end up in a ditch.” He looks over his shoulder again, adding in a soft, solemn tone, “I’m serious, Kacey. I can’t handle it.”

“Now that I’ve come to terms with the fact that the bastard is going to affect me whether I like it or not, he’s even hotter than before.”

“There’s something different about him, and I don’t have to think hard to see it. Something about the way he takes over a room, the way he looks at me, like he has already identified and can disarm every one of my defense mechanisms with no effort, like he sees through them to the disaster lying beneath. And he wants it.”

“There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.”