Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.
I could always give you a teaser. You bookish people love teasers, don’t you?
I always liked you. From the moment you first flipped me off.
You look like you got more of a bath than the car. I never thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I’m convinced it should be an Olympic sport.
Daemon: I checked out your blog. Katy: Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order? Daemon: In your dreams, Kitten. Oh wait, I’m already starring in those, aren’t I? Katy: Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.
The day my internet was hooked up was better than having a hot guy check out my butt and ask for my phone number.
So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I’m consumed by terror.
I love you, Katy. Always have. Always will.
Swimming was the last thing I wanted to do. Drowning him? Maybe.
If she was mine, I’d cherish every inch of her. And I wanted to. Now.
If there is anything, there is us. You and me. No one else.
You better have had a baby, killed someone, or slept with a pure. Those are your three options. Anything less is unsuitable.
I bet you think things through, right? Accept candy from strangers and get into vans with a sign that reads free Kittens?
I hate you and your freaky alien powers.
I want a years-worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade’s worth of hours, so many that I can’t add them up.
But no matter where I went, what I was running from would still be with me – Kat. She wasn’t just back in the house, in that bed. She was with me now, inside me. And there was no outrunning that.
Did you think you could stop me? I’ll burn the world down to save her.
I couldn’t stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren’t wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes. I needed to stop looking at him in general.
Then I should be relieved to know what I was told an hour ago is false. It wasn’t you who yanked a girl – by her hair – out of chair in the common lounge area.