“Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even.”

“Relax, Jailbait," said Avery. "A drunken kiss is nothing compared to a drunken fall. God knows I've kissed plenty of guys drunk." "And yet, I remain unkissed tonight," mused Adrian.”

“He looked up at me with angelic eyes. "Doing what?""You know what. You're luring me in. You know I can't resist-”

“You kill me, Rose," he said melodramatically. "Every day is agony without you. Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive.”

“She says you're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.”

“I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last.Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.”

“Sage,” Adrian declared. “These hands don’t do manual labor.”