“Be prepared for some changes." His voice dropped. "It'll be noisy. Maybe dirty. Definitely messy. But I can guarantee you'll be satisfied when it's over.”

“Be Persitent in your passion's”

“When I bite you, it'll be because I want to make your toes curl and your hair stand on end. And you won't need stitches afterward. You'll need crutches.”

“It'll be okay, I promise. No matter what I see or feel. You'll still be Logan and I'll still be your Gypsy girl.”

“Maybe they’re getting some bow-chicka-pow-wow.”I looked at him. “Ew.”He flashed his teeth. “She’s definitely not my type.” His gaze dropped to my lips, and parts of me quivered in response to the heat in his gaze. “But now I totally have that on my mind.”I was breathless. “You’re a dog.”“If you pet me, I’ll—““Don’t even finish that sentence,” I said, fighting a grin.”

“Everything was okay. Maybe not perfect, but life wasn’t meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness and there could be peace in the disaster.”

“And you're the biggest coward," I hissed, then caught my breath in my throat as his blade cut deeper."Don't call me a coward," Tobias said, "I'm not!""Have you come here to kill me?" I asked. "Because I'll scream when you do and it'll wake up the princess and probably a whole lot of other people and you'll get into trouble.""You'll be dead.""Yes, but you'll be in trouble.”