It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.
He’s got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don’t want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere.
Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I’d fallen in love with the devil.
He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
If I lose you, I lose everything.
I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.
I couldn’t stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
I needed him like I’d never needed anyone.
She shrieked. “Nora! What happened to the banister!” Good thing she hadn’t seen her bedroom yet.
I wondered why life had to suck so hard sometimes.
I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you’ll ever know.
Just because I’ve gone and snagged myself a hot boyfriend doesn’t mean I’m going to leave my bestfriend high and dry.
I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, I have you to come home to.
When it comes to reflexes, I’m like a cat. I’m Catwoman. I’m invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don’t like water. It impairs us. It’s our kryptonite.
Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a Do Not Cross line drawn down the middle, I’ll do it. I won’t like it, but I’ll do it.
They said the moment I fell in love with you was the moment you’d leave.
I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or Angel Magic.
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.
I couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.