I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.

It will cost me a lot to send you with Scott wearing that dress but, just so you know: if you come with that dress slightly wrinkled,I will trace Scott, and when I find him, it's not gonna be pretty

Right then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile, one more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for. He’d come into my life too late, and now was leaving too soon. I remembered him telling he’d give up everything for me. He already had.

Why is Anthony Amowitz using his pimp smile on you?” “You’re only calling him a pimp because he’s here. At Marcie’s.” “Yeah, so?” “He’s being nice.” I elbowed her. “Smile back.” “Being nice? He’s being horny.

Citizen's arrest," he said. "Well, that, and Patch told me to.

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.

That woman." Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now.