The subject’s pulse increased on contact,” he said. “Don’t write that..

You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora..

Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's" "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter..

I already know my size. I don't need reminding..

She likes you, she just doesn't understand you..

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far..

What little light was left inside me flickered out..

I’d like to. Problem is, I’m not stupid.” “You act stupid.” “Right. Thanks for that. For your information, there’s a difference between acting stupid….

Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG 262).

If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on..

You’ve never been to school, ever? If that’s true—and you’re right, I don’t think it is—what made you decide to come this year?” “You..

There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind..

Try it on." "It's probably a little snug," I said, suddenly feeling conspicuous. "Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled….

Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life..

You're scared of what you can't control.

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under..

I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level..

I swear to you, Patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my heart—everything I possess, I give to you. I am yo….

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 co….

I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?.

The antique, almost primitive band he held between his fingers caught the sunlight, glinting silver. “I found this ring shortly after I was banished ….