You're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. "You have me forever.

Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.

Your past wouldn’t frighten me,” I said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. “I’m guessing I’d be more appalled than anything.

How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.

I'm touched, Rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn't you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?" Nora, Crescendo

I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you.

Rollover minutes don’t work with curfews.