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.

She likes you, she just doesn't understand you.

Pac-Man? Or is it Donkey Kong?” In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. “Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?

You’re crowding me. I need— room.”... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.

Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.

That woman." Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now.

Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's" "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.