“Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.”

“Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.”

“This is kind of insane, isn't it?" I asked. "I've only known you for a few days.""Five days. Six days if you include today." His blue eyes met mine, our foreheads still touching. "It's not insane. Insanity is a state of mind which prevents normal perception and/or behaviours."I chuckled at his clinical reply, but he pulled back so he could see my face properly and shrugged. "Jack, what I perceive of you, and how I've conducted myself in your company is with full mental cohesion." His cheeks stained with colour. "And Einstein would have you believe that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." He bit his lip and laughed at himself, I think. "But I don't want different results. I wouldn't change a thing.”

“I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning.”

“I was so comfortable. I was warm and cozy, in that blissful, dreamy place between asleep and awake...Until my comfy pillow moved.And the blanket keeping me warm moved.I grumbled at them sleepily, and then my pillow and blanket chuckled.I looked up, trying to make sense of my thoughts, and I saw him.Cameron.My pillow and blanket was Cameron; a half asleep, chuckling Cameron. I groaned and let my head fall back on his chest, his arms tightened around me. "I wondered why my pillow moved."He chuckled again, and I could hear the sound resonate in my ear.”

“I think you're something wonderful.”

“I'm surprised I could actually talk with how much I was grinning.”

“Silent tears are the worst. It's the sign of a broken spirit. No sound, no residual emotions... just tears. Silent, unstoppable tears.”

“My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.”

“I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart.”

“And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love.”

“I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.”