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

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.

Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss.

My history is long, and not much of it is good. I can't erase it, but I'm determined not to make another mistake. Not when the stakes are high, not when it comes to you.

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

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

If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.