He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.

Don't make me regret this", I said breathless. "You haven't regretted me once.

If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.

Walk out,” he repeated. “We need to talk.” “About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body?” I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. “That might be cute if you thought it was true.

...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

Killer skirt, deadly legs.

I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.