“No human can bury their past indefinitely. It’s only a matter of time before you crack.”

“Forever’s a long time.” Trent’s arms squeeze around me. “Forever’s not long enough when it’s with you.”

“Out past isn't who we are. I'm me and you're you and that's who we need to be.”

“Do You think it matters if they're tiny or deep? he asked. Well, if they're not tiny breaths and they're not deep breaths, then they're just ... breaths. Then you're just breathing for the sake of ... breathing. ... Seize them. Feel them. Love them ...”

“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.”

“For two years, I haven’t given anyone the time of day. Now, here I am, day one into our new life, and I’m ready to straddle this guy on the washer.”