Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

and just like that, I shut off the switch to my brain.

Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life.

The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.

Does Patch have a restraining order against him?' he read. 'Is Patch a felon?' 'Give-me-that!' I hissed furiously. Patch gave a soft laugh, and I knew he'd seen the next question. 'Does Patch have a girlfriend?

What I really wanted was the impossible.