You know, for a big, bad werewolf, you sure are sweet.

For the first time, I wasn’t content by myself. I yearned for her.

And who didn’t want a hot werewolf to make a girl feel good?

I kissed his scruffy check, my heart pounding like mad. “I love you. So much. I love you.”His mouth tipped up on one side. “I know.”“Oh, my God, Mateo. Did you just quote Star Wars to me?”He grinned. “I sure did.

Tread carefully, Evie. Jules may have given the okay to work with this wolf, but one thing I know well is men. And that look?” He glanced over my shoulder, then back to me. “That’s a dangerous one.

If you’re half as hot as I get just when you walk into a room, then I’m a happy man.

She took out her wand— yes, you heard me— handcrafted according to her Pottermore-assigned wand as 14.5 inches long, made of vine wood with unicorn hair core. I’d asked her what her craftsman had used instead of unicorn hair, because unicorns weren’t real. She’d just laughed at me like I was silly and naïve. So I left it alone.

Wait a minute. You watched it once? So you’ve seen one Star Wars movie? And that’s it?