Graffiti splashed the walls, and cigarette butts dotted the foundation. Clearly Bo's would be filled with future Ivy Leaguers and model citizens.

I caught his eye and couldn't help but match his smile-briefly. "Hopefully not in your favor. Biggest dream?" I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought.  "Kiss you.

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

You're the one thing I did right.

Call me Patch. No, really. Call me.

Don't make me regret this," I said, breathless."You haven't regretted me once.

Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.”“She needed a ride.”I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?”“Not that kind of ride,” he said slowly.