She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. 'Cather...' Back up to his eyes.'You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she'd ever written about Baz or Simon's chests. She'd written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm hollows. Levi's chest was a living thing.

If Levi were a dog, he'd be a golden retriever. If he were a game, he'd be a Ping-Pong, incessant and bouncing and light.

He was probably being so quiet because he was trying not to say it out loud.

It made her want to have his babies and give him both her kidneys.

I believe that worrying about a bad thing prepares you for it when it comes. If you worry, the bad thing doesn't hit you as hard. You can roll with the punch if you see it coming.