Let me rephrase.” He took a seething step toward me. “When it comes to you… I don’t like to share.
She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.
I don't want just a night or a week or a month with you. I want you all the time. I like you better than calculus, and math is the only thing that unites the universe.
Innocence invites protection, yet we might be smarter to protect ourselves against it...
Did you miss me?’ “A little bit,” she said with a shrug. “You have tears running down your cheeks,” he said with a grin. “I think you missed me more than a little.
I don't know what the future holds. I only know that I want to be with you. You and me. Everything else is negotiable.
They say money talks, but all mine ever says is 'good-bye sucker.
If I let you go are you going to hit me again?” “What do you think?” “Then I’m not going to let you go.
Put me down, I’m too heavy.” “You’re small enough to fit in my pocket.
He should probably make love to her.
You love me.” He kept gazing upward, his answer coming softly. “Yeah. I do.
The man in 4B wondered if he could have your autograph. He told me his daughter is a huge fan.” Fan? What the hell? Dylan lifted himself up and looked over the back of his seat. Since when did covert operators have fans?
I love you. I love you. I love you. Always have, probably always will. Happy?” she said. He stopped when he was standing mere inches away. Reaching out, he captured her face in his hands and smoothed his thumbs across her cheekbones to clear her tears. “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that,” he said.
What can I do?” he asked. “To start taking care of you?
We’re adults. I might be a little more of an adult if you’re counting years but I bet I have a lower IQ, so that puts us pretty much even.
Maybe we’ll admit this thing we have is perfect, not worth messing around with. And stay together forever. If you’re interested, that is.” She glanced away. “I could think about that.” He buried his face in her neck. “Think fast
Until meeting you, I wasn’t looking for anything at all. Since meeting you, I’m kind of looking for a girlfriend.
I know you don’t like to believe you ever need to be taken care of, but I can’t stand the idea of you being sick and alone. I need to be here for you, babe.
Three Denises wobbled in front of her, all of them watching her with fond concern. “You’re a sweetie. I appreciate you cheering me on from the sidelines. But I think I need to go to the bathroom now and throw up.
I’m the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they’re cut and bleeding.