Inwardly, I Gouged My Eyes Out.

Wow. Nice Bike,” I Said. Which Was A Lie. It Looked Like A Glossy Black Death Trap.

I Missed You, Angel. Not One Day Went By That I Didn't Feel You Missing From My Life.

Patch Grinned Down At Me. “i’m Hard To Resist.

I Took Three Steps Back; He Nudged The Door Closed With His Foot. “you Like Mexican?” He Asked. “i—” I’d Like To Know What You’re Doing Inside My House! “tacos?” “tacos?” I Echoed. This Seemed To Amuse Him. “tomatoes, Lettuce, Cheese.” “i Know What A Taco Is!

I Want Scott To Look At Me The Way Patch Looks At You.