I’m doing boy detox. Like a diet, only for my emotional health.

This ring belongs to the black hand. He killed your dad.

I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.

Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life.

There's nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.

You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.

I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd started. "You made a deal with Hank. You saved my life. Why would you do that for me?" "Angel," he murmured, clasping my face between his hands. "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.