Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.

I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.

Adrian, you're a genius.

She is mine, and I am hers.

Considering Adrian had once gotten bored while reading while reading a particularly long menu, I had a hard time imagining he'd read the Hugo book in any language.

It doesn’t matter,” said Adrian, smiling. He rested a hand on my shoulder. “Some things are worth the trouble.

Maybe you don't need beauty sleep, but some of us aren't so lucky.