From the corner of my eye, I watched Kale fish in his jacket pocket and pull out a cell. Somewhere on earth, pigs were getting ready to fly. “You have a phone? Seriously?

For me,” he said. It came out as a cross between a choked growl and a whimpher. It was shocked, and it was possessive. Full of pain, and laced with joy. “You were made for me.

I was worried about you. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” “Next time, use the phone. Or email. Hell, use a carrier pigeon.

Next, I wasn’t willing to mimic a dude. I’d done it twice and it wasn’t something I wanted to do again. Ever. Extra body parts and things dangling in place they shouldn’t? No way.

Why does my heart pump faster when we’re close? How is it you do that to me?

Real love, she always said, knew no bounds. It wasn’t hindered by space or time. It couldn’t be weakened by death. Real love started in your heart and went straight through infinity.

If I had the ability to touch anyone else in this world, I still don’t believe I’d want it to be anyone but you.

All these places I want to go don’t exist without you. All my goals come from one place. You. You are my biggest goal. That’s not wrong, is it?

My name is Brandt Cross, and my life used to be seven kinds of fucked up.... Now it's eight...

He stepped around me until he and Kale were nose to nose.Even though I knew it was the remnants of the storm, I could almost imagine the lightning overhead as sparks rising from the shoulders of each boy.Clashing Titans ready to fight to the death.