Did that hurt? On your lip?" "Not too much. I said a few choice four-letter words, though.

My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

The night we met-I'm not like that guy." His jaw was rigid. "I know tha-" He placed a finger over my lips, his expression softening. "So I don't want you to feel pressured. Or overpowered. But I do, absolutely, want to kiss you right now. Badly.

Why don't you go get in bed?" I stood, laying my hand on his chest and staring up at him. "Is that a dare?" He laid one hand over mine and pull me closer with the other. Leaning down, he kissed me gently. "It absolutely is. No falling out of it allowed, though.

there's not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know; i used to be one

That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?

She's like a wind-up monkey that winds itself.