Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.

You're mine, Angel. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that.

Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.

Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty." Patch waggled his brows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.

You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.

Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.