I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones.
You put your hand on Corinne's back like this again and I'm breaking your fingers.
He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit.
His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.
Oh, I’ll fight you,” she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. “That’s the way I roll.
Why? Why would you do that?” "You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.