You dress to impress," I said approvingly. "No, Angel." He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. "I undress to impress.

Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked. “If I did?” “I don’t like it.” He grinned. “It stays. Angel.” He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.

Shouldn’t you be working instead of fraternizing with customers?” I choked. He smiled. “What are you doing Sunday night?” I snorted. By accident. “Are you asking me out?” “You’re getting cocky. I like that, Angel.” “I don’t care what you like. I’m not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.

Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.

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

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.