When you tell me to be good, it makes me want to be good,' I say, hearing the undisguised desire in my voice. I run my fingers through the hair at her temples, taking her face between my palms, and she doesn't move. 'It also makes me want to be very, very bad.

oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

maybe i'm exacly where i should be after all.

But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.

He's already chasing you. Now all you have to do is keep running. Just not too fast.

When you finally figure out what you really want, everything else pales in comparison.

Jackie?" "It wasn't your fault.