It’s a number.”“It’s not,” she said. “It’s a chance to wake up new.
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.
Just … isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?
What would it be like to hold a different girl?
I want someone whose heart is big enough to hold me.
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.
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