Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts. Bones to Gregor

Age had taught him patience. Youth had taught me to get frustrated at the lack of progress.

I love you, Kitten. There's nothing on this earth or under it that can change that.

Less bitching...more learning.

If only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.

Denise clung to the feel of his hands as she pushed at her panic. It's okay. You're safe...and this has got to be the ugliest couch ever.

He's clean," Ritchie announced. Chance wrinkled his nose with mild distaste. "Can't say the same about you. Really, man, soap is nothing to fear.