She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache.

This is'nt like , vampire gay, is it? ~Kynan

I could say I think coulds are pretty, and you'd say they're only pretty to demons.

He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.

In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. “No more bullshit,” he said against her lips. “I want you. I think I’ve always wanted you.

Easy there, Smurfette.

You should smile more often.' 'Can't.' He grunted as he opened her shirt to expose her chest. 'My face might freeze like that.