St. Clair!" Josh springs from his seat, and they give each other the classic two-thumps-on-the-back guy hug."No kiss? I'm crushed, mate.

It's the beginning of everything." I look back up. He's smiling. "Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.

Some things just don't translate between cultures.

I love Paris", I say."And I'm sure it loves you back.

And for the first time since coming home, I'm completely happy. It's strange. Home. How I could wish for it for so long, only to come back and find it gone. To be here, in my technical HOUSE, and...

They had me next to some horrible couple in matching Hawaiian shirts. There's no reason to suffer this flight alone when we can suffer it together.

Because she's jealous! Anna, I was there that first night he called you. I've seen how he looked at you in pictures." I protest, but he interrupts. "Any bloke with a working prick would be insane not...

Something that would've happened in a year anyway, once I left for college, but that no matter how many days or months or years I've yearned for it, I am still not prepared for when it actually...

Any bloke with a working prick would be insane not to like you. There's a shocked pause, on both ends of the line. Because, of course, of how intelligent you are. And funny

Here is everything I know about France: Madeline and Amélie and Moulin Rouge.

And then this - the moment he calls my name - is the real moment everything changes....

But that's not quite right either.I miss Paris, but it's not home. It's more like... I miss this. This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used...

And then there's the other thing.The thing I'm trying to ignore. The thing I shouldn't want, the thing I can't have.And he's standing in front of me right now.So what do I wish for? Something I'm not...

I scan the dark room, through the thrashing bodies of disillusioned Parisian youth, getting their anger out with a healthy dose of French punk rock.

I notice an uncomfortable weight in my heart. Why do I care so much this boy, and why would I like it not? How is it possible for a single person to confuse me in this way?...

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person.

At least I'm not the only one who finds change difficult.

There's another uncomfortable tug on my heart. Why do I care so much about him, and why do I wish I didn't? How can one person make me so confused all the time?

I know he is smiling, and my heart races.

How could I wish for it for so long, only to come back and find it gone. To be here, in my technical house, and discover that home is now someplace different.

Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it's a bad one?

Thanks. I forgot how to flip off the English. I'll use the correct hand gesture next time.

I love you as they love certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

For the two of us, home is not a place. He is a person. And we are finally home.

I was right. For the two of us, home is not a place. He is a person. And we are finally home.

You'll be so easy," Rashmi said. "Would you like-ah to order-ah the spa-ghe-tti? 'Oh, do me, Marco!

He is so beautiful, so perfect. I am dizzy. My heart Martilla, my pulse accelerates. I lean my face towards his, he responds with a slow and identical inclination towards mine.

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. ― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

Who's this?" I point to Soccer Guy. He's wearing red and white, and he's all dark eyebrows and dark hair. Quite good-looking, actually. "Cesc Fàbregas. God, he's the most incredible passer. Plays for...

We reach the landing, and St. Clair scratches his head. "Er...""So...""I'm going to get dressed for bed. Is that all right?" His voice is serious, and he watches my reaction carefully."Yeah. Me too....