Velvet

I scoffed. “Why would I fall in love with you? You’re just a hot, closet-nerd vampire with a bazillion dollars and a Harley. There’s absolutely nothing attractive about you.” “I’m repulsive, I know.

You’re cute when you do that,” he called to me. “When I do what?” “Turn in a circle like that. It’s kind of penguin-y.” “Great,” I called back. “Just what every girl dreams of being told by their inhumanly attractive, immortal vampire protector: they look kind of ‘penguin-y.

Oh my gosh, you totally have a Gryffindor scarf, don’t you? And an Elder wand and a Goblet of Fire. Tell me you have a Goblet of Fire.” He blushed,and it was adorable. “No Goblet of Fire…I might have the wand.

Just for the record, saying ‘The surprise hasn’t started yet’ while pulling something out of your pants pocket is super creepy.” “Yeah,” I heard him say, “I regretted it immediately, but it was too late to switch to something else.

What is it with you and running away from me?” he asked quizzically, slinging an arm over my shoulder. “Maybe you’re hideous, and I can’t stand the sight of your face,” I offered casually. He looked thoughtful. “Mmm, no, that’s not it.

So you’re a vampire, eh?” “’Eh’?” he asked. “I’ve decided to turn Canadian.” “I thought you were dead.” “They don’t have Canadians in heaven?” “I’ve never met any.

Science words,” I warned. “When you say ‘hemoglobin’ I just think of little Irish tricksters who live in caves, or Lord of the Rings.” “You mean ‘goblin’?” “Yes.

Deal with my weird; I’m dealing with yours.

I settled back into his arm. “If you produce a flannel graph out of somewhere, you will make me very happy.” He smiled. He was smiling a lot these days. “No flannel graph. I do a mean shadow puppet, though.

was starting to raise my hand in a thumbs-down gesture, so he said, “Okay, okay! If we don’t drink blood, we look really pale. Regardless of our ethnicity or geographic location or exposure to the sun. And we feel cold to the touch.” He paused and looked down at me in exasperation. “I am seriously trying here. Every instinct I have is telling me to use polysyllabic words to impress you.

It was slushy snow,” I clarified. “Very slushy,” Adrian confirmed.

You know how you get rid of tears?” I asked. He shook his head. “You find somebody you love and you hug them.

Dedicated to Lara Croft. Thank you for kicking such an incredible amount of ass.

Just for the record, saying 'The surprise hasn't started yet' while pulling something out of your pants is super creepy.

Pretending like you can take on the world on your own isn't brave, it's stupid.

Fear is a good thing, sometimes. It keeps us aware of what’s important.