He looked up at me with angelic eyes. "Doing what?" "You know what. You're luring me in. You know I can't resist-

Can't you . . . I don't know. Find a hobby or something?" "Being charming is my hobby," said Adrian obstinately. "I'm the life of the party— even without drinking. I wasn't meant to be alone.

I find prostitutes vastly important.

I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.

I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.

This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did." I frowned, "What's that?" "Homework.

It wasn't the kind of touch that said, Hey, I've got a plan, so hang in there because we're going to get out of this. It was more like the kind of touch that simply said, You aren't alone. It was really the only thing he could offer. And in that moment, it was enough.