I couldn't picture myself with a boyfriend, but if I had to, I envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.

As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.

I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.

There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.

I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.

Don’t panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. “You mean you can feel happy or sad or—” “Desire.” A barely-there smile.