“Does he ever eat? Nope. Does he sleep during the day and only comes out at night? Yep. Is he so sexy you’d sell your soul to spend just a night with him? Double-yep. What other proof do you need?”

“The shapes inched closer. I gaped at them, trying to discern their features. "I think I see dead people," I whispered."Yep," Aidan said, smiling. "More vampire jokes. You're just fine, then. Once this is over, you and my brother will be BFFs." He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me against his broad chest. Against my better judgement, I leaned into him, strangely comforted.”

“What do you see in him anyway?” “He doesn’t leave the toilet seat up.” I smiled bitterly”

“As he grinned, a dimple formed on his right cheek. My heart quivered. Men like him should come with a warning: date at your own risk”

“Not only is he mentally challenged, all he has is a couple of scary fangs and absolutely no idea what kind of fire is in this furnace.”

“Congrats, bro. You've just sold your soul to the devil. Wait. You don't have a soul.”

“You don’t pack what you need; you pack what you think you will probably need, taking into account each and every possibility, and then add some more stuff…just in case.”