Paris answered for him. "Last time he spread the flashing love, Reyes threw up all over his shirt. I never laughed so hard in my life. Lucien, though, has no sense of humor and vowed never to take us again." "I'm surprised you didn't mention the part where you fainted," Lucien said wryly. Strider chortled. "Oh, man. You fainted? What a baby!" "Hey," Paris said, frowning at Lucien. "I told you I hit my head midflash." Lucien
Gena ShowalterYour grandpa was a boxer in his youth. Sexiest thing I'd ever seen, let me tell you. He wore these short little shorts, and sweat was always dripping down his hairy chest.
Gena ShowalterThis means nothing,โ she said. โLess than nothing,โ he lied. โIโll hate myself later.โ โI hate myself now.
Gena ShowalterWilliam: You're just gonna have to take who I give you and deal Paris: Like anyone would pick you over me. William: You just wait and see. I'll have every single on of them eating out of my hand. Paris: Only if you had one of those delicious fried Twinkies. Strider rolled his eyes. Egotistical morons. Anyone with a set of eyes could see that Strider was the pretty one in their little three-some.
Gena ShowalterBut I gotta say, I am so proud right now.โ Axel flattened his hand over his heart. โYou borrowed my patented move, proving Iโm made of more than awesome. Iโm awesalicious. Is that a word? Itโs probably a girl word, but who cares! Seriously. Do you see a tear in my eye? Because Iโm pretty sure I feel one.
Gena Showalter