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

“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.”

“You don't want me, Ben. I'm seven layers of fucked up with a side of bullshit.”

“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.”

“What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention.”