“Shit, there goes our chance at winning.” Pey laughed. “A cocky quarterback that’s in love with himself. We’ll be lucky if you don’t stop every two seconds to check yourself out.”

“Dean was not in love with himself. He was beyond stalker-obsessed.”

“Ah hell, this was bad. Double-chocolate-chips-goes-to-my-hips kinda bad.”

“You look super cute when you get all worked up. If it weren't for that razor-sharp tongue of yours,I'd suck that cuteness right out of you." -Dean”

“In that moment, I understood what love was. It was blind. It was deep. It was magical. Love protected, preserved, intensified, and was always steadfast.”

“I couldn't imagine a better person for him to fall in love with.”

“You are my favorite kind of hell.”