It isn't about love," Vee said. "It's about fun.

Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.

I love you more than I think I should.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

Are you gloating inside? That's what this is about, isn't it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!" [...]"I get that you're angry—," said Patch."I am ripped apart!" I shouted.

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially in love with your sheets." "That the only thing you're in love with?""Nope. Your mattress, too."Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. "My bed's an open invitation.

One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.