“This doesn't change anything," I stammered, my defenses fading."It changes everything." He sounded so sure of himself as his soft lips silenced my weak protest.”

“With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.”

“He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened."More?" he asked.I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.”

“She silenced him with her mouth, then pulled back. "You can't change what I think of you."He reached up and brushed her lower lip with his thumb."If you truly knew me, everything you believe would change.""Your heart would be the same. And that is what I love.”

“It wasn't a question, but a warning. He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth towards mine. The first touch was just that- a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.”

“I didn't steal it,' I stammered in protest. I had so stolen it.”