Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life.

You're scared of what you can't control

Don’t panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. “You mean you can feel happy or sad or—” “Desire.” A barely-there smile.

I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.

I'd fallen in love with the devil.

Anthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. “What?” I called back. “You look great!” A goofy smile was plastered on his face. “Oh boy,” Vee said. “Not just a pimp, but a smashed pimp.” “So maybe he’s a little drunk.” “Drunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs.” Ugh.

Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.