Shouldn’t you be working instead of fraternizing with customers?” I choked. He smiled. “What are you doing Sunday night?” I snorted. By accident. “Are you asking me out?” “You’re getting cocky. I like that, Angel.” “I don’t care what you like. I’m not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.

I'd fallen in love with the devil.

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.

This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.

You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

Based on past experience, I hope not.