Right now, I had everything I could ask for. It wasn't a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.

The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.

You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill.

I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.

I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night.

I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.