His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a trail of goose bumps appeared. How did he keep doing this to me? Marcus—who made every girl in the world swoon—had zero effect on me. But one whisper of a touch from Adrian completely undid me.

... imperfection would get me farther than perfection.

What matters is that someone—that you—know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend.

Can't you... I don't. Find a hobby or something?" "Being charming is my hobby.

He's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.

It was the most convulted, ridiculous piece of logic I'd heard in awhile... It was something I would have come up with.

He was almost naked too, but I hadn't quite gotten to his boxers yet. (They were silk because, honestly what else would Adrian wear?)