Daemon was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. Hair messy from sleep, flannel pajama bottoms rumpled. No shirt. Three feet plus of snow outside, and he was still half naked.

“Oh gids," I muttered, remembering where I'd heard this before. "Wasn't that a s…”

“I thought the whole thing with Blake would ruin this afternoon, but I had under…”

“He followed me around the edge of the bed. "I've been told my lips can make a g…”

“Finish that sentence and i will stab you in the eye with the spork Bethany's ab…”