Yes, I-- I Think I Love Her.

Not Into Older Guys, Huh?" Asked Adrian Once We Were Alone. "you're Imagining Things," I Said. "clearly, My Stunning Beauty Has Clouded Your Mind.

Don't Be Too Hasty," She Warned. "conserve Your Strength. If You're Too Eager To Fight The Undead, You May Find Yourselves Joining Them. Then You'd Never See Us Again, And We'd Be Very Sad." "yes," Said Christian. "i'd Cry Into My Pillow Every Night." I Resisted The Urge To Kick Him. "well, I Couldn't Visit If I Was Strigoi, Yeah, But Hopefully I'd Just Die A Normal Death. Then I Could Come See You As A Ghost.

Bringing Children Into It Was Just Low, I Decided. At Least Heʹd Left Puppies Out.

I Couldn’t Help It,” I Said, Knowing How Lame That Sounded. It Was As Bad As Angeline’s “it’s Not My Fault” Mantra.

Not Everything About Me Is Cute." "that's True, Some Things Are Cute. The Rest Are Sexy. Astonishing, Agonizingly Sexy. It's A Wonder I Can Get Anything Done At All, When All I Ever Think About Is The Way Your Lips Taste Or How Your Fingertips Feel On My Skin Or How Your Legs Are..." "adrian, Shut Up.