“The plain and simple fact was everyone sinned. Either they were good at hiding their sins, or they weren't. I fell in the latter category. My sins had been featured front and center, on display for everyone to judge.”

“Just so you know, everyone has regrets, but it's fucked up to be continually punished for them.”

“This chick had a serious love affair going on with my hair. I wondered if I should offer to leave her alone with it. Seriously, if she started rubbing her face against it, I was out.”

“He let out a groan and I stopped tugging at the material, thinking I had hurt him."Are you okay?", I asked, leaning over him."Could you kiss me or something so I don't feel so perverted?" he asked.I couldn't help my laugh of relief. Still, I had to admit, the way he was looking at me was pretty hot."Really? Even with an exposed fracture you're thinking of something like that?" I chastised."It's not like everything's broke," he said, sounding mortified.”

“He cupped my face gently in his hands, holding it in place. My breath hitched in my lungs as he leaned in to drop a soft kiss on my lips. Where the other kisses we had shared ignited the lust we felt for each other, this kiss was something entirely different. The softness of his lips caressed mine as his tongue slowly slid into my mouth. He explored my mouth leisurely, never increasing the intensity. It was as if he was trying to memorize every detail and was meticulous with his mission. The tenderness of his mouth made my heart ache and I wished it would never end.”

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been…” “Eight days,” Søren supplied. “Eight days since my last confession. Let’s see… where to start?” “Pace yourself, Eleanor. If you forget something, I will remind you.”

“I didn't want their tears. I didn't want them to think of me. I wanted nothing from them. That asshole Mitch Johnson saved my life today. What a prick.”