Keeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.

“All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened.I have a hickey. I let Adr…”

“What matters is that someone—that you—know me that well. When a person can see …”

“Adrian!" Something inside of me burst. "Will you shut the hell up for five seco…”

“If I propose, you'll know it. For one thing, I'll be hyperventilating.”