“I will always hear Tyson Monroe McCabe. Whether it's a whisper, a scream, no matter what Ty says, I will always hear him.”

“We're one in the same, Ty McCabe and I, and he'll always, always get me. Even if nobody else does.”

“Tyson McCabe, my bad boy, my tortured soul, my little piece of dark with bits of light that glimmer like stars.”

“Your boyfriend's real fuckin' nice. What a cutie. I heart the fuck out of him. What a catch.”

“My therapist says it's because I have 'daddy' issues. Like that's supposed to mean something to me. How can I have daddy issues when I barely knew the prick?”

“There's a monster living inside of me, eating little bits of me everyday, and I can't seem to stop it. It makes me do things I don't want to do, say things I don't want to say.”

“I want to keep kissing forever, tasting sultry Southern boy and good manners and a filthy fucking mouth, but I think he has other plans. “If you don't want this,” he whispers as he grazes my ear with his white, white teeth. “Then you better tell me now because once I get started, I ain't gonna be able to stop.”