I realized there was no way she could show all that skin and wear a bra. Unless there was some bra made of witchcraft and the invisible wings of fairies that I didn't know about.

I hated longing. I hated it almost as much as I hated pining. It sapped the mind of good judgment, filled the heart with achiness, and distracted the vagina from other potential conquests.

But still, big fucking kaboom. The earth shook, the angels sang, the heavens opened. St. Pete tossed me a high-five. He might’ve winked—dirty old bird—and I might’ve also forgotten my name.

I would want forever with you.

She disliked me. But she worshipped my brother. He didn't see her, not really. Not like I did.

If he soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts, then my soul was Scarlet.

I was dazed. I was amazed and dazed and frazzled and bedazzled. And bewitched.This was the worst. And the best.

Tell her. Confess.If I told her now, she might not give me cake.Daniel, confess.But... cake.No cake until you confess.Shit.

Shh."I reared back an inch. "Shh?""Yeah, I'm thinking.