I’m talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen.” “I thought your mother was dead.” “She is.” “You have a very low standard for communication.

I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing

No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common.” Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest.

You are a manipulator. I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.

Put on your big girl pants and deal.

I'm glad you like him," he murmured, his hands tugging up her shirt. "Because the two of us are yours. For as long as you'll have us." "That would be eternally," she said as she let herself go. And reveled in all the love.