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

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.

Just because I've gone and snagged myself a hot boyfriend doesn't mean I'm going to leave my bestfriend high and dry.

Do you think the Bible is accurate? I mean, do you think it's real?" " I think Pastor Calvin is hot. In a fortysomething way. That pretty much sums up my religious conviction

He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.

What I really wanted was the impossible.

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.