Listen, Patch, I don’t want to be rude, but—” “Sure you do.” “Well, you started it!” Lovely. Very mature.

Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is!

His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.

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

I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night,” Patch told me gravely. “I want to take care of you, cherish you, and love you in a way no other man ever could. I want to spoil you — every kiss, every touch, every thought, they all belong to you. I’ll make you happy. Every day, I’ll make you happy.

Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.

Right now, Vee was the only person I could count on. She could be obnoxious,annoying, and lazy, but she never lied to me.