Maybe I was worrying for nothing. Maybe it had just been casual for him, and I wouldn't even have to tell him it couldn't happen again. After all, the man was a couple hundred years older than me and a former gigolo. I certainly hadn't robbed him of his virginity.

Have you met my boyfriend?” There. That was a doozy. His eyes narrowed, and his lips thinned into a tight line. Yep, Noah was a mood kill for both of us.

Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!

I'm great as bait! All the vampires want to eat me!

Good. If you checked your e-mail every five minutes, or keep texting and Tweeting in the middle of our conversation, I might snap your neck out of sheer principle.

I’d relived enough terrible events happening to cautious people to know that prudence wasn’t a guarantee for happiness.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?