young-adult-fiction

Could I be brave enough to look lower? I could. His black tee shirt licked his hard body and I could only guess what was hidden underneath it. His faded jeans hung dangerously low, revealing a slice of his narrow hips, and I could easily imagine the rest.

He hugged me, and I let him press me against his godlike body. What? A girl should have some fun sometimes.

Nico looked so devilishly handsome under the spilling glow of the moon.

You don't think you're a vampire, Sam. That kind of thing you know.

This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did."I frowned, "What's that?""Homework.

Say it again,_ he says.__hat whole drawn-out speech?_ I remember something about a solar system, but I__ too light-headed to recite the entire thing all over again.He steps closer. __o. The part about you fallin_ for me.

Ashlinn was lovely to look upon, someone who could easily snub half of the highest-paid stars in Hollywood and break the hearts of the rest.

His question is pretty dangerous for me to try to answer, so I don____t continues to hang out there like the stained underwear at a slumber party that goes unclaimed.

I didn__ look at Thanet. I couldn__ because he would see the hurt on my face.__e loves you,_ Thanet said. __e__ hurting and it__ not just the Quinn thing. It__ being away from you and wondering if you__e hurting, too. Or if you__e having too much fun to hurt. What he really needed was to laugh, though. So we laughed_until he cried.__hat undid me. I looked at Thanet with so many questions on my lips.

You look incredible, Kavanagh,_ Quinn whispered close to my ear. __re you trying to kill me?___sshhh,_ I hissed. __hey__e going to hear you.___ can__ tell my date she__ beautiful?__ turned my head. __o. No, you can__.

You__e kidding, right? The whole town will know where we are just by the idle on that thing.__e feigned a look of shock. __hat thing is a 1966 GTO. It has a name, okay? It__ Mack__s in __o mack on women._ I rebuilt it last year, and I was told the engine makes girls hot.___omeone actually used those words? Is it true?___BD,_ he said.__ou__e goofy. Let__ ride in my Jeep. Its name is Jeep._ Quinn chuckled. __avanagh has a smart mouth.

The first thing I needed, possibly the only thing, was to kiss her and I did, for as long as I could. I let us both breathe for a minute, and I perched her on a counter so I could touch the face I__ missed so much. I poured every bit of frustration, anger, sadness, and worry into that kiss. Meg understood and received it all, pushing her fingers into my hair and giggling against my lips. I didn__ care that anybody passing by could be watching us through the window, or that I could fall right there and sleep for a week.

Okay, news flash. Jealousy is not something I enjoy. I hadn__ felt it much before. But I__ also never been in love. And I__ never been 3,300 miles away from the girl I loved while some punk sat next to her on a couch. A punk who had designs on her, according to Dylan. I needed to lay eyes on this guy.

Quinn spoke their language__ll mystery and inside jokes, scarred souls and statement shirts. It was a beautiful moment for him__n his element and completely happy.When they started playing, he leaned over and whispered in my ear. __ee that guitar?__ nodded.__hat__ a 1969 Martin D28. Hear me when I say if I had to choose between a beautiful girl and that guitar, I__ choose the guitar. Natch._ He took a huge gulp of water, clearly affected.__aturally,_ I whispered. __t could be why you__e still single.

For a second, I stared at the map of her veins just under the surface of her thin skin. It was like her body was trying to become diaphanous. Instead of getting harder and stronger and full of life as we age, we disappear slowly. Our skin thins and evaporates. Our nails barely coat our fingertips. Our hair falls out. We are never more see-through.

But Quinn held the fuzzy handcuffs in his hands, looking them over closely, and he smiled. __h, hey, did you want to keep these for when your invisible boyfriend returns from his fake vacation?

Hold still, Meg, you__e dripping blood on my car seats.__ reached behind the passenger seat of Tennyson__ car looking for the white sheet she__ thrown in for mopping up bodily fluids. Quinn, sitting in the back seat, read my mind and handed it to me. __hank you.___o problem._ He leaned forward, pulling a corner of the sheet up to wipe off a small stream of blood on my neck. __ou okay?

Let__ go to town,_ Jo said. __ake me to eat dinner at the hotel.__ sucked in a breath and stared at her for a minute. Here she sat, her hair still wet although neatly braided, wearing an old Kiss sweatshirt, the one with the red mouth and tongue, red sweatpants, and ridiculous red pumps with black scuffs on the toes and heels.And she wanted me to take her to the Hotel Wyoming, where the rich tourists hung out. I smiled. Because it was possibly the greatest thing I__ ever heard. __eah, let__ go to the hotel. Grab your purse and I__l find your coat.