"All through first and second and third hour, Eleanor rubbed her palm. Nothing happened. How could it be possible that there were that many nerve endings in one place? And were they always there, or did they just flip on whenever they felt like it? Because it they were always there, how did she manage to turn doorknobs without fainting?"
"He closed his eyes and saw her again. A stack of freckled heart shapes, a perfectly made Dairy Queen ice cream cone. Like Betty Boop drawn with a heavy hand...How could he even look at her now? He wouldn't be able to. Not without stripping her down to her gym suit. Without thinking about that long white zipper. Jesus."
-Loved this YA book
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