Jealous much, Matthews? Is it because I'm a favorite, or is it because you still want me?

You better get used to touchy-feely around here, sweetie

I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

I'm afraid if I say what I am thinking, it will be too much too soon.

Please don't trouble yourself with my scars. At least not right now, OK?

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.

I didn’t know who I was or who I wanted to be until you stumbled into my life. I refuse to let you go.

The truth is, I always want to kiss you.

Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.