Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.
Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.
It isn't about love," Vee said. "It's about fun.
Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.
I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. "I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.
You dress to impress," I said approvingly. "No, Angel." He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. "I undress to impress.