“You're not doing this by yourself. Hell to the mother fucking no.”

“You're too strong to ever lose yourself. I believe that. Why can't you?”

“There was a pause, then his lips stretched into a smile. "You're right."Hell froze over. Pigs were flying. "Come again?""You're right. I should have checked in at some point. I'm sorry."The world was flat. I didn't know what to say. According to Daemon, he was right about 99 percent of the time. Wow.”

“I'm not drunk,' I said indignantly.You were just dancing like some wood nymph five minutes ago. You took your shirt off and now you're latched onto me like a little monkey. So don't tell me you're in complete control of yourself.”

“You drive me fucking insane sometimes." I drove myself fucking insane.”

“Fuck," he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. "You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night.""I'm not drunk."He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. "Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me."I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Well, that was...really sort of perfect.”

“Deacon laughed. "Oh, you're so going to be the next person who gets hit. I'm putting money on that.""You need to add yourself to that list." Aiden looked about seventy-percent serious."And I'm putting money on that," Luke threw in.”