What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and Patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the Big Deed.

Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?

I love you more than I think I should.

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

You're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I can handle the real thing.

He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere

What is it with you and girls’ bathrooms?