Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.

God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.

Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, "You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves." Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.

Blay didn’t shake the hand that was offered. He reached over, took a hold of the fighter’s face, and drew Qhuinn in for a kiss. It was supposed to be only a split-seconder— like their lips were the ones doing the handshake thing. When he went to pull back, though, Qhuinn captured him, and held him in place. Their mouths met again… and again… and once more, their heads tilting to the sides, the contact lingering. “You’re welcome,” Blay said roughly. Then he smiled a little. “Can’t say it was all a pleasure, though.

If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.

Well, duh. He was six feet, six inches tall and built like a brick shithouse.

Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.