Hang on, did you just call me Angel? I asked. If I did? I don’t like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
Hang on, did you just call me ...
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You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.
He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere
I need an endorphin boost. And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one? No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and I’m more than happy to test the theory.
Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.
