“Can I be your favorite girl?” “You already are, Duchess.”

“I don’t want to go (...) Maybe if you had already graduated, you could go with me. It would be a possibility. But, as long as you are here, that’s where I am going to be”

“And my personal favorite, your lips." He smiled as a pink flush crept up my neck. "Full and sensual, puckered, and always turned down at the corners. They kind of make me want to kiss them until they smile.”

“You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love”

“Why would he marry a girl like you?”

“Do I look like a commitment sort of girl to you?”“You look like trouble,” he grinned. “When I was growing up, my mother used to tell me to never trust a redhead.”I frowned. “There are only two reasons she’d say something like that.” Caleb raised his eyebrows. “And they are?”“Your father either slept with one, or she is one.”I buzzed under his crooked smile. It extended all the way to his eyes this time.“I like you,” he said.“That’s swell, Boy Scout. Real swell.”

“Leah: 'I thought you loved your husband.'Olivia: 'I love yours too.”