Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss.

I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.

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.

What good is a body if I can't have you?

This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.

Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.

She likes you, she just doesn't understand you.