There are some things you can't get rid of...your favorite pair of jeans, the worn out teddy bear, that old boyfriend who won't stay dead. What's a girl to do? Excerpt: I didn't know what was more dangerous-the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul. Did I like him? Yes. Had I dreamt about what his lips felt like? Only a dozen times, but he wouldn't make a good first boyfriend. He was too intense, too demanding, too...