I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you. That wanting nearly drove me mad.” Patch paused, inhaling softly, as though breathing me in. “And now that I have you, the only thing that terrifies me is having to go back to that place. Having to want you all over again, with no hope of my desire ever being fulfilled. You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that.

Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.

I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.

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

Guess who has PE first hour? This is so unfair. I start the day off perspiring like an elephant in heat. Don't the people who make up our schedule understand body odor? Don't they understand frizzy hair? ~Vee

Before I forget, here's your homework. Where do you want me to put it?" She pointed at the trash can. "Right there would be fine.

It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.