I took three steps back; he nudged the door closed with his foot. “You like Mexican?” he asked. “I—” I’d like to know what you’re doing inside my house! “Tacos?” “Tacos?” I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “I know what a taco is!

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

Guess who has PE first hour? This is so unfair. I start the day off perspiring like an elephant in heat. Don't the people who make up our schedule understand body odor? Don't they understand frizzy hair? ~Vee

After a long day, my favorite way to unwind is by going running. Not exactly the most relaxing activity, granted, but I always imagine I'm sweating out all the things weighing on my mind.

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.

I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.