"Tell me you want me," he murmured, his mouth moving against my skin in the same sensitive spot below my ear. With the hand that was on the wall behind me, Michael cupped the back of my neck. I shivered with butterflies in my stomach. I didn't want to screw anything up, but, God, did I want him. I didn't know what to do...

PUNK meets PERFECT (Michael Clifford) ''He was working at the record shop , I would kiss him in the parking lot Tasting like cigarettes and soda pop He would tell me I was beautiful ,Sneaking in the neighbor's swimming pool Yeah, he taught me how to break the rules....'' - Brooklyn Rivera What happens with punk meets perfect?

"You fixed me, Riley" Michael said, green eyes sparkling in the moonlight "I need this. I need you. Forget everyone else. Be mine tonight"