Meg

“Marley Jackson was mine, and I was hers, all smashed together for our happily ever after.”
― Shelly Crane, Smash Into You

“I'm sorry about...everything. And that." I pointed to her neck.               The small smile had more than one meaning. It had my inner guy perking to attention. "Girls don't generally complain about beard burn, do they? Isn't it supposed to be a way for guys to mark girls, claim them, be all romantic in a Neanderthal kinda way, like hickies?"               I arched an eyebrow at her. Oh, is that right. She blushed, furiously and adorably, and backtracked.               "I didn't mean you were trying to mark me, I just meant you didn't have to apologize."               I couldn't help myself. I leaned in, putting my hand on the wall behind her head. "How many hickies have you had?"               She licked her bottom lip. Again. "None," she breathed. She put a hand on my chest to keep me from coming closer.               I pursed my lips in approval. "That's a good answer."               "Why do you care?" she asked. It wasn't a demand that she know, it was more like she was genuinely interested. Why did I?               I”
― Shelly Crane, Smash Into You

“Fly away home to a better place where everything is better, boys are never lost, and mothers don’t ever leave.”
― Shelly Crane, The Other Side of Gravity

“God, help me...did you send her to me? Because it felt like you did. It felt like you put her on this earth to find me and take over my very being with her goodness. I closed my eyes and hoped so.              ”
― Shelly Crane, Smash Into You