The Trouble Was, My Feelings For Patch

Your Past Wouldn’t Frighten Me,” I Said, Buckling My Seat Belt Across My Lap. “i’m Guessing I’d Be More Appalled Than Anything.

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

We Touched Base At Several Strategic Locations Down Our Bodies, And It Took All My Willpower To Break Away.

I Shouldn't Have Been Looking At Lingerie. It Naturally Made Me Think About Sexy Things. Like Kissing. Like Patch.

He Was Abominable...and The Most Alluring, Tortured Soul I'd Ever Met.