I tilt her chin up and bend my face to hers, silently praising every woman who's had a hand in making her who she is.

Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

I want to see your tattoos." "You do, huh?

Please touch me. I need you to touch me.

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.

Ugh! Erin. You have a one-track mind." She smiled deviously. "I prefer to think of it as target-driven.

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