You laugh, but you haven't seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don't like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard abs?

I know you followed me. Don't look so surprised. It's called a rearview mirror.

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

I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower." He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.

Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

Patch grinned down at me. “I’m hard to resist.

And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.