"And he's always talking about you. ‘Gaby said this, Gaby said that.’"

“You're an idiot if you think that you're no one special to me. You're the most special." His lips hovered over mine. "The most."

"Take it off!" Julian had yelled. Eli began peeling up his shirt, which made me scream, "Put it back on! Put it back on!"

“What did she say to you?” Julian finally spoke up once the opera singer was gone. I blinked at him, still figuring out what the hell she’d meant. “I think she just threatened me.” He didn’t look remotely surprised; he simply tipped his chin down. “Makes sense.”

"My boy has always known what he wants, and he dives into things head first without hesitation. Break his heart, and I will ruin your life."

I stared. Then I stared some more before mumbling, “I can’t deal with you today.” He gave me this dumb look that begged for a smack. “What?”

Was he good looking? Yeah, but who cared?

“I thought I heard him say last week something like ‘it’s all fun and games until someone gets crabs.’ But I thought I imagined it.”

“How could you think I’d get tired of you? I’m the one always following you around. And—you’re so fucking cute, I can’t stand it half the time.”