“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.”

− Richelle Mead −