You're mine, Angel. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that.

There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.

Pac-Man? Or is it Donkey Kong?” In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. “Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

I'm yours, if you'll have me.

It didn't escape me that he couldn't seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn't want him to stop.

You're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. "You have me forever.