My Name's Jet Steele.

I Haven’t Even Really Tried To Win You Over, Roza. When I Want To, I Can Be Very Persuasive.

Me? I Didn’t Believe In Hopeless.

Books Were A Lot Less Messy Than Orgasms.

I Still Couldn’t Stop The Sick Feeling Rising In My Stomach. “this Could Be A Disaster.” “how? If Anyone Even Finds It—and It’s Not Just Sitting Under A Table Right Now—they’ll Just Have A Good Laugh At Our Sappy Talk. No One’s Going To Be Like, ‘aha! Proof Of An Illicit Human-and-vampire Affair.

But I Couldn't Help Myself, Couldn't Help The Way I Felt As I Recalled The Bliss And Rush Of A Vampire's Bite.