Are you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts.

It’s so real." "Most dreams are. It isn't until you wake up that you see all the plot holes.

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

He nuzzles my neck affectionately. "I love you. I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.

Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.

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

I love you more than I think I should.