My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in Nebraska.

I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.

Let me show you,” he said in my ear. “Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hips—it’s all in the hips.

What good is a body if I can't have you?

I couldn't picture myself with a boyfriend, but if I had to, I envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.

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

If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.