I always root for the monster.

When I want you to beg, I'll tell you.

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

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.

Often people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.

With the supplies gathered, he went over to the stainless-steel sink and pressed the foot pedal to get the water running. While he washed his hands, he said quietly, "If I could, I would." "Excuse me?" Qhuinn pumped some suds into his palms and scrubbed all the way up his forearms. Which was overkill, but if Blay wanted him superclean, then that was what he was going to be. "If I could love a guy like that, it would be you.

Hey, what are you doing, little one? You want more? You are just too much . . . you . . . oh, no . . . not the quivering lip . . . oh, no.” Nalla let out a giggle. “Outrageous! You want more, and you know you’re going to get what you want because of The Lip. Jeez, you’ve got your father wrapped around your little finger, don’t you.