Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn’t kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.

The greatest wonderful feeling is falling in love.

Nobody in school is stronger than me. But when Sally Holmes kissed me, I never felt so weak in all my life.