" H’nah?” My name is so soft on his lips that I almost miss it. I turn to look at him, fascinated by the way he says it, like it’s half swallowed. “Yes?” “What words are allowed?” He glances at the ceiling, then looks over at me. I blink at him, trying to follow. “What do you mean?” “When we were alone on the beach,” he whispers, his gaze locked on my face with a stunning intensity that makes my cootie hum louder. “You said that I spoke of inappropriate things. I want to know what words are allowed. "

― Ruby Dixon , Hannah's Hero (Icehome, #6)