Well, well,” he said. “Five days a week isn’t enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?

My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge.

I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower." He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.

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

Sure thing, Gumdrop. -Scott

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.

See, when you lie to me it hurts," Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. "I thought we had something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond.