The subject’s pulse increased on contact,” he said. “Don’t write that.

Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked. "If I did?" "I don't like it." He grinned. "It stays, Angel.

It isn't about love," Vee said. "It's about fun.

We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.

Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.

You didn’t tell me she was so soft on the eyes,” he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent. “I didn’t tell her how hard you are on them either,” Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.