Susannah." My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. "Susannah...."

Yeah. In my dreams.

In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.

“I didn’t know what I was supposed to say about that, so I just said, "Wow”

“Good," he said. "We need to talk." Suddenly, I didn't feel so relaxed anymore.…”

“What is the appropriate reply to make to a man who says he loves you?Thank you.…”

“Meena wasn't sure which she found more disturbing: that she'd been hunting her …”