Try it on." "It's probably a little snug. Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile depened. "Zip it up?" Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, i will track Scott down, and when i find him, it won't be pretty.

I’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.” “This is called you’re crazy.

I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.

I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would've been less intimate.

Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel?

I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.

I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.