There's nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.

With you, what you see is what you get. And I see cheap.

We don't have an address," I said, "but we do know where he works." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. "Based on past experience, I hope not.

You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.

It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.

You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.

I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.