It's called Valentine's Day, you moron. If you're going to date a human, Dankmar, you need to remember their holidays.

No one expected the preacher's daughter to sin, but they sure would love to catch me at it.

I’m trying to make myself let you go before Ms. Mary comes to get you, but you go and shiver at my touch and weaken my resolve to stop holding you.

I needed, I needed...you." "Don't tell me you need me." "But I can't help it. I do

He reacted like I slapped him, and I hated hurting him, but I knew he needed to know. “He doesn’t deserve it. He can have any girl in the world’s love, and he took yours. Someone who deserves so much more than a summer fling.” He stood and started to walk away, but stopped and glanced back at me. “If you were mine, I would never let you go.” He left the kitchen.

You want to know what happened? YOU happened Rush. That's what happened.

This may be invading her privacy but I was Death, dammit. I should get some privileges