You Dress To Impress," I

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

Patch's Eyes Were Slate Black, Darker Than A Million Secrets Stacked On Top Of Each Other. He Dropped His Gaze To The Ring In His Hand, Turning It Over Slowly. "swear You'll Never Stop Loving Me," I Whispered. Ever So Slightly, He Nodded.

Let Me Show You,” He Said In My Ear. “like This. Feel That? Relax. Now Pivot Your Hips—it’s All In The Hips.

The Subject’s Pulse Increased On Contact,” He Said. “don’t Write That.

I'm Not The Distraction In The Room.' 'oh? And What Might Be?' -nora & Patch (pg 242)