He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.

Every moment was a before and an after. Every moment was a now to be lived.

LUCAS: I've done a couple from memory but they aren't the same. Can't quite get the shape of your jaw. The line of your neck. And your lips. I need to spend more time staring at them and less time tasting them. ME: I can't say i agree with that notion. LUCAS: More of both, then.

His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. he stared down at me, his voice low. "There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline.

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

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

Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.