It Isn't About Love," Vee Said. "it's

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.

Call Me Patch. I Mean It. Call Me.

Light Had A Way Of Keeping The Monsters Of My Imagination At Bay.

A Girl Could Lather Up In Soap Like That.

If You Can't Feel, Why Did You Kiss Me?" Patch Traced A Finger Along My Collarbone, Then Headed South Stopping At My Heart. I Felt It Pounding Through My Skin. "because I Feel It Here, In My Heart," He Said Quietly.