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

Men. <...> They're idiots. It's like they all take a vow of stupidity or something.

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.

White on rice. Green on grass. Sheets on a bed. Him on her.

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

Okay, I'm guessing you're gonna give us the bad news first because there's no good news?