“Ah, my old friend, anxiety-throwing itself into the blender with sheer terror and embarrassment.”

“I don't need any bonus material to throw me over the edge later."Or don a flight of stairs, under a bus, and straight back to the mental ward.”

“My breath caught in my throat.Buttered biscuits and honey."You're not what I expected.”

“That hurts me in my feminism.”

“And that the first time I saw you, now, in the present, you would...take my breath away.""Well." Heat crept up my chest to my face. He looked up at the night sky, peaking his next words so softly I almost couldn't hear them. "You were right.”

“He bent down burying his face in my neck. I reached back to grab onto the iron bars behind me to hold myself up. My jacket slipped off my shoulders. I was pretty sure I was on fire and at that moment I would have sworn that bursting into flame was a glorious way to go.”

“My ass was grass, and big brother was the lawn mower.”