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Strangely enough, it wasn't Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.

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When it comes to reflexes, I'm like a cat. I'm Catwoman. I'm invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don't like water. It impairs us. It's our kryptonite.

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Let me show you, he said in my ear. Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hips—it's all in the hips.

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If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.

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He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.

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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. -Patch to Nora

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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.

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Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I'm a boy. Like Dorian Gray. Dorian who? I sighed. Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know. Sure thing, Gumdrop. I grimaced. I take that back. Let's stick with Grey.

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Mr. Green Sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy, said Vee. Emits a certain don't-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesn't look like Dracula's spawn. Tell me I'm imagining things.

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I love you, Nora. Whatever happens, promise me you'll remember that. I don't care why you came into my life, only that you did. I don't remember all the things i did wrong. I remember what i did right, I remember you. You made my life meaningful. You made my life special.

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All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

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He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

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I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially on love with your sheets." "That the only thing you're in love with?" "Nope. Your mattress, too." Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. "My bed's an open invitation.

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Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.

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This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.

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I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

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The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.

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You're going to have to drive off the road and park behind thoses bushes," I instructed Vee. Vee leaned forward, peering into the darkness. "Is that a ditch between me and the bushes ?" "It's not very deep. Trust me, we'll clear it." "Looks deep to me. This is a Neon we're talking about, not a Hummer.

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I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.

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Cooking isn't taught, Patch said. It's inherent. Either you've got it or you don't. Like chemistry. You think you're ready for chemistry? I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry? Patch made a deep sound I couldn't decipher and grinned.

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First, he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, choose your tomato. He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. Good. Now pick up the knife. Does the chef always stand this close? I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me. When he's revealing culinary secrets, yes.

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The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.

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You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go." "Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.

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Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.

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Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

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Here it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush... any moment now... the surge of warmth... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..." "Vee-" "Knock, knock." "This is really important-" "Knock, knock." "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo." "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.

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I got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was dangerously close to feverish.

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Patch smiled. You come by your red hair naturally? I stared at him. I don't have red hair. I hate to break it to you, but it's red. I could light it on fire and it wouldn't turn any redder.

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See, when you lie to me it hurts," Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. "I thought we had something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond.

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