God, you smell nice,” he whispered. “I've missed that smell. I've missed everything about you, little Ann.

He opened his eyes to reveal the storm within him.
“My every instinct is telling me to have my way with you.”
He was dead serious and my cheeks heated. Fire shone in his eyes and I broke eye contact, burying my face into his cotton-covered chest.
“But not nearly as difficult as going all this time without you,” he said.

Oh, dear Lord. I was in love with him. And there wasn’t a thing on earth, in heaven, or in hell that could have stopped me.

He was smoking hot. As in H-O-T-T, hott. I’d never understood until that moment why girls insisted on adding an extra t. This guy was extra-t-worthy.

Well,” I said, needing to lighten the mood for him, “next time Kai tries to, um, bust your balls, you can give it right back to him, because he's got a girlfriend now, too.

There was nothing healthy about desperately wanting something you couldn't have.