Rose, do you think I'd do anything that would hurt you.- Dimitri to Rose

Nice blouse, Sage,” Adrian told me, deadpan. “It really brings out the khaki in your pants.

Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I’d get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn’t.

Besides, when not hard at work with this research, I'm actually conducting a side experiment on how cigarettes and gin increase charisma. As you might guess, the results are looking very promising.

A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it.

But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.

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.