“May I ask why you’re passing notes to Aiden?” He eyed the letter like it was a bomb.“It’s a love note. I’m asking him to circle ‘yes’ or ‘no’ if he likes me.”

“My heart yearned for Aiden like he was the very air I needed to breathe, but at the same time I understood - really understood - that, even if Aiden had loved me in return, we could never be together.”

“What is that?" I asked, pointing at the ceiling.Part of me didn't expect Aiden to answer, but he did. "It's Phoebe's symbol.""Phoebe? Obviously you don't mean a Charmed one."He snorted.”

“He was there. Like always, holding me up when I couldn’t’ stand and letting me go when he knew I needed him to. He was more than just a shelter. Aiden was my other half, my equal.”

“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.”

“Daemon always looks hot!!!Stretching into the aisle, I went to drop the note back on Carissa’s desk. Before it could leave my fingertips, it was snatched from my hand. Son of a donkey butt! My mouth dropped open and my cheeks burned. Twisting around in my seat, I glared at Daemon.He held the note close to his chest and grinned. “Passing notes is bad,” he murmured.”

“Don’t ask me to give her up before I even really get to know her … Because you’re not going to like my response.”