Let me get this straight. The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year-old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically - yet skillfully - kissing you on top of silverware and china?

Relax, having kids is years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks... Then add in the usual physical abilities dhampirs get. It's really not even fair to everyone else.

Adrian Ivashkov wasn’t easy to surprise, but I surprised him then when I brought his mouth toward mine. I kissed him, and for a moment, he was too stunned to respond. That lasted for, oh, about a second. Then the intensity I’d come to know so well in him returned. He pushed me backward, lifting me so that I sat at the table. The tablecloth bunched up, knocking over some of the glasses. I heard what sounded like a china plate crash against the floor.Whatever logic and reason I normally possessed had melted away. There was nothing but flesh and fire left, and I wasn’t going to lie to myself—at least not tonight.

I need it! I need it! It's a royal heirloom!'Adrian?'What are you doing here?'Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. I'll drive you home.'No, I can't. Not until we get it. He stole it!

You have no idea how cute you look with all those snowflakes in your hair,” he murmured.“And you look cute with hypothermia. I hope to God you can get a real coat while you’re here.

You know,' he said, 'under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.'I jumped up.

You know,' he said, 'under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my.

Our lips met hungrily, and his clever artistic hands wrapped around my hips. A sudden buzz from my regular cell phone startled me from the kissing.'Don't,' said Adrian, his eyes ablaze and breathing ragged.'What if there's a crisis at school?' I asked. 'What if Angeline 'accidentally' stole one of the campus buses and drove it into the library?'Why would she do that?'Are you saying she wouldn't?'He sighed. 'Go check it.

Whatever happened to the dragon?'I mustered my primmest tone. 'He has a name, you know.'Adrian pulled back and gave me a curious look. 'I didn't know, actually. What'd you decide on?'Hopper.' When Adrian laughed, I added, 'Best rabbit ever. He'd be proud to know his name is being passed on.'Yes, I'm sure he would. Did you name the Mustang too?'I think you mean the Ivashkinator.'He stared at me in wonder. 'I told you I loved you, right?'Yes,' I assured him. 'Many times.

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding.'“Why are they all high-calorie foods?