But I had no plans to end my own life, and accidents couldn't be predicted. Neither could murder, unless my aunt and uncle were planning to take me out themselves.

Nice is good, but it's not enough. I want you back for real. I want to talk to you at lunch, instead of staring at you while you eat. I want to see the smile on your face and know I put it there. I want to hear your dad's voice get all low and pissed off, like it only does when I've stayed over too late.

If you live in the dark long enough, you start to forget what light looks like.

"I signed on for the role of ‘boyfriend,’ not ‘conscience.’ If you want wholesome and ethical, you’ll have to look elsewhere. But I promise that won’t be half as much fun as this is…" His hand slid down my side and over my hip, and my heart beat faster.

It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?

The problem with getting everything you want in life is that you're not prepared for disappointment when it comes.

Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.