We all know you're beautiful, Scott.

She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!" Patch grinned, "I can fly.

The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.

All I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.

Heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.

reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.

Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.