“I would never hit Dylan. I would never hurt her. But I just beat her up with words.”

“It's cruel what I love most about Dylan is the very reason why I can't have her.”

“I needed him to know how I felt so I just kissed him as long as he would let me. I used to think talking was all about words. But you can say so much more with your eyes and your fingers and your touch. Words just make us one-dimensional.”

“I can't believe she tricked me into spending another day with her. I have a life, I want to tell her. I have four episodes of Myth Busters to catch up on. Okay, I don't have a life.”

“I tell Dylan I have to go to the bathroom. I shut the door and try to pee, but my dick's already sticking straight up at the ceiling. Great. I'm sure she caught that minor detail. We haven't even kissed yet. I shake my head and do my best to pee. I pull my pants back up, trying to make my hard-on less obvious. I stare at myself in the mirror and splash cold water on my face to calm down. My face flushed.I concentrate on one critical thing. Last, Gray. You've got to make it last. No two pumps, you're done. Don't be that guy. You're stronger than that.Think sports.Try to name every candy bar you can.Think about anything but what her body feel like, because as soon as you let yourself go there, It's over.Enough with the pep talk. I take a deep breath. This is it. It's what you were born to do.”

“i hated how my parents would talk about me like i wasnt watching.”

“When we sat down in the plane, Clare took something out of her pocket and handed it to me. It looked like a tube of lipstick.I frowned at her. 'Is this really the time to swap make-up?' I asked.She grinned. 'It's a hand taser. My parents make me carry one.' She took the cap off and pointed to the metal edge. 'If someone attacks you, you press the tip against their skin and it shoots out a charge.'I looked down at it. 'Does it last long?'She shook her head. 'It's pretty harmless. Noah and Pat used to play taser tag around the house when I was growing up.”