And you're a bad boy?" I asked. Ollie's grin was contagious. "Oh, I'm a bad, bad boy." Cam shot his friend a look. "Yeah, as in bad at spelling, math, english, cleaning up after yourself, talking to people, and I could go on.

I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower stall and a Jacuzzi we could put to really good use. I know you'd like it.

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

Here's my library, where I don't do a lot of reading but mostly play Angry Birds on the computer.

Avery Morgansten? This is becoming a habit.

People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils.

It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.