“You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day."His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.”

“Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is."Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.”

“I don't want any part of this. The whole thing kinda freaked me out. I'm sure girls always do what you tell them because you're hot, Brent, but I'm just not that interested."His head perked up with a wide smiled. "You think I'm hot?”

“So tell me, Jane, are you cold?” His lips brushed hers and he said through a hot breath, “Or turned on?”

“Why do you care? I've ignored you for days."His smile fades. He looks serious, mockingly so. "Yeah. You got to stop that.”

“And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.”