I dusted my books off, placing each one—sorted alphabetically and by genre—on the shelves Dad installed. What some people might call “anal,” I’d call efficient. What good was it to have a book if you couldn’t find it when you wanted it?

No. No break. We don’t need a break. I’m not perfect, but I get it. I can’t see you run away from me again. So we stop this. We’re all in, because there is no other option for me. You’re my mate. You’re it for me. You have to trust me.

There was really way too much hotness going on back there.

Dastien ran his fingertips along my jawline "Je suis desole, mon amour.

I'd do anything for you, Tessa. I know you don't realize that now, but you will.

Can we please drop the whole ‘school starts tomorrow’ talk? I’d like to live in denial for a little while longer.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I tackle you again?