His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.

I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.

The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.

Well, well,” he said. “Five days a week isn’t enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?

This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.

You want me to come clean, I will. I'll tell you everything. Who I am and what I've done. Every last detail. I'll dig it all up, but you have to ask. You have to want it. You can see who I was, or you can see who I am now. I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.