I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.

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

You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go." "Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.

He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. 'Did you just bite me?

I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.

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.

Nora: I have questions. Patch: I should have known you've only been keeping me around for answers. Nora: Well, that and your kisses. Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?