“Ty:Damn, he's fine.Damn, he's a good quarterback.Damn, he's nice and sweet.Damn, he's a good kisser.Damn, he's buff.Damn, he's great to his family.Damn, now that I know about Henry,I'm not sure Ty and I are right for each other.Henry:I love the way his curls flop around and hang across his forehead.I love how he never just lets me win. I have to earn it.I love how he touches me just because.I love his loyalty.I love how when we sleep head-to-toe,he always finds a reason to sleep head-to-head instead.I love his unconditional support.I love his spontaneity and crazy sense of humor.I love his stupid dances.I love....him.”

“I don't get it. I mean, he told me he loved me and then just disappeared. How could he? We've been best friends forever and now he can't even talk to me? What the hell?”

“He's fast asleep, curled up at the other end of my bed, looking peaceful. The expression on his face says he's not really sad, and he's not overcompensating for his sadness by acting all crazy or silly, he's just...content. And that makes me glad, because more than anything else, I want him to be happy.”

“Jordan, he's loved you forever. It's obvious. Have you not seen how he stares at you?”

“He loves me. Inside his head, his every thought and reaction was born of love, love inside and out, crazy, irrational (and sure, a bit lustful) love. He loves me, and that's also what terrified him when he saw me all lit up like a Christmas tree. He doesn't know what I am, but he loves me.”

“All those nights of sharing a bedAll those times he put an arm around meAll the things he's done to make my happy...encouraging me to give Ty a chanceHe must really love me if he'll watch me date another guy just to ensure I'm happyBut he's like my brotherAnd Ty is my boyfriend nowMy dream boyfriendThe guy I lost my virginity toWhat's scary?I'm so hot for Tybut Henry makes me feel wholein a totally different sort of wayeven if I've never considered jumping himF***ety, F***, F***”

“Henry keeps dealing. When all the cards have been separated, I pick up my stack and shuffle my cards again. Then I look up into Henry's eyes, and he's staring back at me, at my tears, and I see all these tiny wrinkles around his eyes-sadness wrinkles. He frowns, biting his lip.”