I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. "I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.

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.

If you need one more reason, I love you.

I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic

Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.

You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill.

Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.