“I took a gamble on her, thinking that my gut was right, that I had finally met someone that would always hold my attention. But she knocked me off my fucking feet.”

“I swear," he whispered, "my fingertips could sink right into you.”

“Instantly, I step forward. “Why are you mad?” I cry out. “Why wouldn’t I be, Emilia? I open up my fucking soul to you, and you blew it to pieces.”

“It's a fucking shame that she's so intense because she's gorgeous. But there's something completely fucking terrifying about her.”

“I need Emilia to challenge me with that quiet voice of hers, to keep me interested with all those little quirks she has. I need her because she gets me.”

“Something broke in me that night. It has stopped being a game and is now a reality. The Burn List is the only way I know to escape my past, my means to forget.It's simple; I want revenge.”

“My body is between his spread legs. Even though he’s silent, his chest rises and falls like he has just stopped running. I know he wants me. I shut my brain down, ignore what a mistake this is, and lean forward and kiss the side of his neck. He jumps slightly and I lick his skin. I hear him groan and move my lips upward. A kiss cannot replace the past. But with every kiss to his skin, my hurt becomes a distant memory.”