If I fall and break my neck, will you say something nice at my funeral?" "Like 'Kyler was usually more graceful?

Am I going to have to carry you? If so, it would complete my badass knight-in-shining-armor act with you today.

I’d still be nice to you if you were ugly.” “Okay.” A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, “I just wouldn’t offer you any cookies.

We also told her you weren't a serial killer," Brit interjected. Cam nodded. "That's a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he's not a serial killer. I'm going to put that on my Facebook profile.

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

If u were Pinocchio, ur nose wld span the state.

A sleepy smile pulled at my lips as I rolled onto my stomach, stretching my legs out and pointing my toes. The sheets slipped over my bare skin and ended up somewhere at the foot of my bed. There was either a perverted ghost in my bedroom or Cam was wide awake.