You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.

He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.

Busted. I'm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.

Rollover minutes don’t work with curfews.

I'm not the distraction in the room.' 'Oh? And what might be?' -Nora & Patch (PG 242)

If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.