“Okay," Crick said, rolling his eyes. "I give. Which part of my body is more interesting than my ass?"Deacon rewarded his obtuseness with a smack to the head. "Your heart, you fuckin' moron...”

“No, it’s not okay. You said you wanna be friends, but we can’t hang out?” I rolled my eyes, and Travis huffed. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. Are you coming or not?”

“I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, which keeps the business part of my brain temporarily disabled.”

“Ty rolled his eyes. He reached to the small of his back and took out the backup gun he’d taken off one of the bodies, checking it before handing it to Deuce. “Put that under your pillow.” Deuce looked down at it with a heavy sigh but didn’t take it. “Yeah, okay. But you can keep that. My regular schedule doesn’t involve shooting myself in the ass in the morning”

“I think reading is sexy.” Daemon smiled at himself.My brows inched up my forehead. ”Do you now?”“Oh, yes, and you know what else I think is sexy?” he leaned forward so his entire face filled the picture and nodded his head toward me. “Bloggers like this. Hot.” Rolling my eyes, I smacked his arm.”

“This is me trying, Perry,” he said softly, the anger being drained of his face. “This is me taking my heart out of my chest and putting the bloody mess in your hands. I can’t give you much more than that.”