What, no Power Rangers Band-Aids ?" "Shut up, Garett." "Yes, ma'am.

I don't think sleeping with you is going to solve anything," she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door. "I don't really care what you think.

Mi Corazon. Mi alma. Son tuyos." My heart. My soul. They are yours, he whispered against the generous curve of her breast as a million sensations, all of them hot, all of them rich, all of them straddling the razor-sharp edge of pain, ripped through his loins like a flash fire and stripped him of everything but consciousness. "Tuyo. Todo que tengo es tuyo." Yours. Everything I have is yours.

Live for something rather than die for nothing. —George Patton

He knew he wasn't going anywhere that didn't take him to her.

Go away. I told you, I'm not interested." She looked from his lap to his face. "Your nose is growing too.

There are definite advantages to single beds." He sat up abruptly and arranged her legs around his waist. "Makes cuddling mandatory.