Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a Do Not Cross line drawn down the middle, I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it.

Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.

If we're doing this for ten hours, I'm going to need a little incentive to stay motivated." Patch hooked his elbow around my neck and dragged me into a kiss. "Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty." Patch waggled his eyebrows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter. Two kisses per strip. Any objections?" I pulled on an innocent face. "None whatsoever.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

It isn't about love," Vee said. "It's about fun.

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

actions speak louder than words