What does ‘hmm’ have to do with anything? Could you ever use more than five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across—primal.”His smile tipped higher. “Primal.”“You’re impossible.”“Me Jev, you Nora.
But strength doesn’t always mean brute force. You don’t have to kick ass to be a fighter. Violence doesn’t equal strength.
We don't have to go back to my place, Angel. I can take you home, if that's what you want. 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.
You're staying here, Angel.You're taking this one alone?First, Hank can't see us together. Second, 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.
I've missed you,Angel. I dod not spent a day without missing you in my life. I became obsessed to the point I thought Hank had backed off of his oath and had killed you. I saw your ghost in everything. I couldn't scape from you and i din't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.
What do I have to do to convince you that I'm only using Dabria for one reason, one only reason: Destroy Hank, bit by bit if is necessary,and make him pay for all the things he has done to harm the girl I love?
It will cost me a lot to send you with Scott wearing that dress but, just so you know: if you come with that dress even slightly wrinkled, I will trace Scott, and when I find him, it's not gonna be pretty.
Only downside to your place is the disturbing low amount of extraneous toiletries. No conditioner? Lip gloss? Sunscreen? I jerked my thumb toward the front door. I need to brush my teeth. And I need a sh
And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won't be pretty.
I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I saw your ghost in everything. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.
Do you think they're going to buy that a guy in tacky leather chaps dances like this? I scoffed when he twirled me back into his emb
If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen? When he had my attention, he continued, I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name.By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side. What kind of answer is that? He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff.
I nibbled my lower lip. If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too.I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound? I bit my lip to keep from giggling. That sounds really dirty. Patch waggled his brows. Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.
Ready?Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that.Amusement softened his eyes. I'll try to control where I put my hands, but in the heat of things, who knows what could happen? I added. Patch grinned. Sounds promising.
Patch tipped my chin up. If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left with one choice, and that's to stand by your side through the end. I won't waver, Angel, I can promise you that.