Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked.
"If I did?"
"I don't like it."
He grinned. "It stays, Angel.

“The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren't going away.”

“You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.”

“Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means kee…”

“My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,”…”