“Xan spoke low. "I would die for you." "Don't do that," said Devon. "Live for me.”

“That's why you love me." "I do not love you. I don't even like you." "You will," he said, his voice low and luscious.”

“I don't have room for serious in my life."He stepped close and brushed my lips with his, then spoke in a low tone. "I want you to be serious about me,”

“No, it was honest," said Harry. "One of the only honest things you've said to me. You don't care whether I live or die, but you do care that I help you convince everyone you're winning the war against Voldemort.”

“I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me!" -Claudia.”

“You didn’t look at Xan and think, “Gosh, I want to make love to him” or “Wouldn’t it be nice to have some sex with that guy”. No. You took one look at Xan and you fell to your quivering knees, thinking, “Holy shit, I need that man to fuck me.”