Okay. Then…I can talk. Ask me something.” “Okay.” He

Okay. Then…I can talk. Ask me something.”
“Okay.” He laughs shakily in my ear. “Why is your heart racing Tris?”
I cringe and say, “Well, I…I barely know you. I barely know you and I’m crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?”…
“Maybe you were cut out for Candor,” he says, “because you’re a terrible liar.
— Veronica Roth, Divergent

I have something I need to tell you,”

I have something I need to tell you,” he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. “I might be in love with you.” He smiles a little. “I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.”
“That’s sensible of you,” I say, smiling too. “We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something.”
I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear.
“Maybe I’m already sure,” he says, “and I just don’t want to frighten you.”
I laugh a little. “Then you should know better.”
“Fine,” he says. “Then I love you.
— Veronica Roth, Divergent

Yeah, well,” I say, “I left Abnegation because

Yeah, well,” I say, “I left Abnegation because I wasn’t selfless enough, no matter how hard I tried to be.”
“That’s not entirely true.” He smiles at me. “That girl who let someone throw knives at her to spare a friend, who hit my dad with a belt to protect me-that selfless girl, that’s not you?”…
“You’ve been paying close attention, haven’t you?”
“I like to observe people/”
“Maybe you were cut out for Candor, Four, because you’re a terrible liar.
— Veronica Roth, Divergent