“She may have mentally relegated him to the friend zone, but the rest of her hadn’t gotten the memo”

“In his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo.”

“As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking thethick, hard ridge grazing her jean-clad bottom. Heavens, did that thing never subside? The rest of him might be mortal, but his immortal erection certainly didn't scan to have gotten the memo.”

“He hadn’t altogether gotten it himself until this moment of seeing straight through to the soul of her.”

“Claire. Wake up.” She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane’s shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn’t realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michael’s part of the couch was empty, Shane hadn’t moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice.”

“It’s one way or another, Summer. For me, it’s black and white. You’re either in the friend zone or the lover zone. And with you…Gosh, Summer, you’re in my danger zone. My rip-my-heart-out and change-me-forever zone. I have to tread lightly with you. Because if I don’t, I may never be able to find my way back.”