If I were thinking straight, I'd take you home right now.

Well, well,” he said. “Five days a week isn’t enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?

He grinned. “Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless — and shockingly handsome — alter ego.” “And I’m on top of it,” she announced with witty triumph. “Is that a Freudian slip?” His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.

Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.

Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.

For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.