Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.

Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.

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

He inclined his head at my dress. "What's the occasion?" "Homecoming," I said, twirling. "Like?" "Last I heard, Homecoming requires a date." "About that," i hedged. "I'm sort of...going with Scott. We both figure a high-school dance is the last place Hank will be patrolling." Patch smiled, but it was tight. "I take that back. If Hank wants to shoot Scott, he has my blessing.

Boys everywhere take note: That was a kiss.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked. “If I did?” “I don’t like it.” He grinned. “It stays. Angel.” He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.

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