Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

"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.

Maybe I won't look so bad when you're not standing next to me.

So, what now? We’re friends?" Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die for each other, but unable to trust.

Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.

Like I'm going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin.

Relief washed over me like that first air-conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.