Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

Door’s locked,” he said. “And we have unfinished business.

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

I need to get back to work,” Patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. “Killer skirt. Deadly legs.

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.

Nope. That´s my line. This is my boyfriend´s house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?" Nora (p. 287)

Wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer," he spoke to my mind "Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker," I shot back.