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

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.

Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.

Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.

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

I wasn´t expecting to come home to you, but now that you´re here, I have no intention of letting you leave." Patch :D (p. 295)

The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. "It means high-ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall.