His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air.

The higher up, the harder the fall.

Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG 262)

Your mom isn’t going to let me step foot inside this place. I’ve seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.

Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss.

Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.

That was a good fight back in the gym,” he said. “But I think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.