" I break, tears falling across my cheeks. I wipe my nose with the sleeve of my pale pink cardigan. Penn makes his way to me, jerking me up to my feet and wrapping his arms around me. I drown in him. In his touch. In his soul.

"Marx, Penn. I thought you were using me."

"Whoa." He pretends to pull away for a fraction of a second. "Who said that I'm not? "

― L.J. Shen , Pretty Reckless (All Saints High, #1)