It's going to snow on the mountains," she warned him.
"Ew, snow," I muttered to myself. It was June, for crying out loud.
"Wear a jacket.

“Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my …”

“I almost took the door off the car”

“I bit a pillow. Or two.”

“So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighte…”