“And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face.Having a ghost boyfriend WASweird”
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see.”
“Stop it,” I smacked him. “What if that was some guy hitting on me? I swear you attract single females in a five mile radius like a fly to honey.” –Sophie to Caeden”
“hit them fast, hit them hard, and hit them a lot”
“Bethany blinked. "Did you just hit me?" she asked, disbelief coloring her every feature.Skylar raised both hands, palms outward. "I come in peace!""You do not come in peace. You hit me.""I hit in peace!”
“..a phantasm, a pink-palmed jinn, a ghost from one of the drowned cities.”