“Lesa giggled. "Sounds like one of those romance books you read.""It does," I started giggling. "But, oh Lordie Lord, it's true. I'm like a puddle of mush when he kisses me. It's embarrassing. I'm so, like, 'Thank you, can I have another?' Sad.”

“He…he kisses like he’s dying of thirst, and I’m water.” I smacked my hands over my hot face. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.” Lesa giggled. “Sounds like one of those romance books you read.” “It does.” I started giggling. “But, oh Lordie Lord, it’s true. I’m like a puddle of mush when he kisses me. It’s embarrassing. I’m so, like, ‘Thank you, can I have another?’ Sad.”

“... maybe I could get used to this new gift-giving Daemon..'Thank you.'He smiled in response. 'Where's ours?' Lesa quipped. Daemon laughed. 'I'm only at the service of one person in particular.”

“seriosly, how good a kisser is daemon? because i imagine he jsut makes you-""lesa!""what? a girls gotta know these kind of things."i bit my lip, flushing."come on, its sharing and caring time.""he...he kisses like he's dying of thirst, and im water.”

“It's the same thing when I'm gardening or reading. It's just me and what I'm doing, or the world I'm reading, and nothing else.”

“Taking pity on me, Carissa kept her voice low. “You were calling out for Daemon.”I dropped my face in my hands and moaned. “Oh, God.”Lesa giggled. “It was kind of cute.”A minute before the tardy bell rang, I felt an all-too-familiar warmth on my neck and glanced up. Daemon swaggered into class. Textbook-less as usual. He had a notebook, but I don’t think he ever wrote anything in it. I was beginning to suspect our math teacher was an alien, because how else would Daemon get away with not doing a damn thing in class? He passed by without so much as a look.I twisted around in my chair. “I need to talk to you.”He slid into his desk chair. “Okay.”“In private,” I whispered.His expression didn’t change as he leaned back in his chair. “Meet me in the library at lunch. No one really goes in there. You know, with all those books and stuff.”

“"Something on a line, it's discord and rhyme - whatever, whatever, la la la - Mouth is alive, all running inside, and I'm hungry like the -" Warmth spread down my neck."It's actually,'I howl and I whine. I'm after you,' and not blah or whatever.”