You're a psychopath." "I prefer creative.

Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.

For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.

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

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.