That's pretty weird—and when I say something's weird, you know it's serious.

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, aren't you?

If I propose, you'll know it. For one thing, I'll be hyperventilating.

Yeah, I was at the Masquerade of the Damned.

I'd accepted a while ago that there were too many reasons for me to even think about him romantically anymore. Every once in a while, I slipped a little and kind of wished he would too. It'd have been nice to know that he still wanted me, that I still drove him crazy. Studying him now, I realized he might not ever slip because I didn't drive him crazy anymore. It was a depressing thought.

Who knows more about male weakness: you or me? Use my knowledge, Sage.