His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?
The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile. "Stop laughing," I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. "Get me down." "Jump." "What?" "I'll catch you." "Are you crazy? Go inside and open the wind...
Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up. "You got lucky," I said. "I'm about to lucky.
My mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. "I have rules about who I take there." I was getting really tired of that answer. "If you showed me, you'd have to kill me?...
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.
Just because I've gone and snagged myself a hot boyfriend doesn't mean I'm going to leave my bestfriend high and dry.
Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
Citizen's arrest," he said. "Well, that, and Patch told me to.
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 couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too." "I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
I love you more than I think I should.
I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.
Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.
Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.
