...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.

All I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.

The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.

Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.

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

I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?