“Sometimes it felt like looking at his face and just accepting the way things were between us was the hardest thing in the world.”

“For once, I felt everything. And the biggest thing I felt was the way I felt about you. That was like a hammer to the heart.”

“Guess that’s a thing you still do. You know, look like a douchebag.”

“I just hated to think I looked like crap around tall, handsome men. Even if they were gingers.”

“The things I want to do to you…” he whispered roughly. I took my hand behind his head and brought his ear down to my mouth. “Do them,” I breathed back, and licked the rim of his ear.He let out a small moan and suddenly his lips were on mine. The sweet business was out of the way.”

“I hope next time you feel – well, retarded – about yourself, you’ll remember that I think you’re…”I looked up into his eyes. They were drunk, yes, but still absolutely mesmerizing.He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead he said, “Sorry I licked your face.”

“She's just people. We all are. Just because you're in a band doesn't mean you stop having human problems. Fame, money...that doesn't fix those things. Those things will always find you.”