Women Need Chocolate. It's A Scientific Fact.

A Party Like This Isn't About The Surprise Factor. It's About Someone Going To So Much Trouble That It Just... Overwhelms You.

I’m Blushing At My Own Stupid, Nonsensical, Meaningless Thought Process, Which, By The Way, Nobody Knows About Except Me.

What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.

I Never Did Any Training In Journalism Or In Finance, So I Really Was In The Deep End. I Got Very Good At Going To Press Conferences And Nodding. I'd Figure It Out When I Got Back To The Office. Charts And Numbers. I've Never Been Great With Facts, Ever, My Whole Life. For A Journalist, That's Not A Very Good Trait.

This Is What's So Annoying About Going Out With Luke. You Can't Get Away With Anything.