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

Boys everywhere take note: That was a kiss.

Killer skirt, deadly legs.

I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

Are you defending Marcie?” He shook his head. “I don’t need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…” I pointed at the door. “Out.

His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.