Patch: "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.

I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break,” Patch said.

I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.

I need an endorphin boost.” “And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one?” “No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and I’m more than happy to test the theory.

Cooking isn’t taught,” Patch said. “It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry?” I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. “You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?” Patch made a deep sound I couldn’t decipher and grinned.

How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.

What little light was left inside me flickered out.