And I start to say, no. Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away. Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me. But then I remember what Damen said once about memories - that they're haunting things. And because I refuse to be haunted by mine - I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, "You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should defiantly keep it.

But the moment our eyes meet, I'm right back under his spell, a helpless hunk of steel to his irresistible magnet.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

I swear he's just so freaking smoldering, you have to see him." She shakes her head, annoyed that I can't join in on the fun. "He's like combustible!

Oh, so you see some chick in baggy jeans and a hoodie, and you just have to have her so bad, you decide to repeat high school, just to get her?" "Sounds about right." He laughs.

The true liberation, the true path to freedom, lay in the ability to forgive.

Rules should always be bent, if not broken. It's the only way to have any fun.