“And your feelings for him, Cory?I feel like he’s mine.”

“...just like that wild-growin’ ivy you always see climbin’ up old broken-down fences, Cory’d gone and wound himself in and around my lonely life. And I liked that there ivy, ’cause it held me together, made me feel so much stronger, all wrapped around me like that. But somehow I was just as scared of the ivy bein’ there as I was at the thought of it fallin’ loose and goin’ away.”

“Evie to Jake “Oh my God,” she breathes “Your boy part is like the Incredible Hulk.” Jake raises an eyebrow and asks “Boy part?” Evie nods and asks “Is he angry?” Jake answers “Not yet. But if you keep referring to him as a ‘boy part,’ he could get there. He’s all man. You don’t want to see him get angry.” Evie responds “Oh, I definitely want to see him get angry.”

“Why are you looking at me? His eyes search mine for several long seconds before he holds contact and whispers, " Because I like your face.”

“He rips his mouth from mine as he growls, "Mine. Only mine. Only. Ever. Mine," still slamming into me, pounding me against the wall.”

“I’m feeling fuckin’ poetic at the moment, too,” Mack said on a laugh.“Oh yeah?”“Roses are fuckin’ red. Violets are ball-blue. You’re my bitch now, ’cause I fuckin’ loveyou,” Mack rasped.“Fucking poetic genius.”

“I'm going to kiss you now, Evie, and when I do, it's going to mean that you're mine. I don't care how far away from each other we are. You. Are. Mine. I'll wait for you. And I want you to wait for me. Promise me you won't let anyone else touch you. Promise me you'll save yourself for me.”