Don't make me angry-kiss you.

“That girl--all of them--hated Eleanor before they'd even laid eyes on her. Like…”

“Beth's fingers trembled in his hair, and her forehead dropped against his. A he…”

“No," Cath said, "Seriously. Look at you. You’ve got your shit together, you’re …”

“He already knows what I look like," Cath said. "There's no point in being trick…”