How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.

I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.

Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day. A tasteful flirtation, played out people who understand the rules, leave everyone feeling good and can perk up the bluest mood.

And after I act as your intermediary and he takes you back to Faery, then what?" "Then all will be made right, and I'll be invincible again." She rolled her eyes. "I meant, what happens to me? While you may be the most important thing to your egotistical little self in your narcissistic little world, guess what— so am I in mine.

Please tell me we don't grow up and turn into the adults that drive us crazy.