Care to see your room?” -Bones Let me guess—it’s that smashed‐up car right over there." -Cat

He picked the wrong profession. Should've stayed a prostitute. He'd have made millions. - Cat

This is our true tie," he whispered, his breath falling hotly onto my lips. "You're meant for me, and I will have you.

Careful, luv. I might be angry with you, but that doesn't mean I don't still want you. So if you do that again, I'll shag you right here, right now, and sod anyone who wants to watch

Can we move this along?" a bored voice stated. "I have places to be and people to shag." "Ian, I'm not going to hug you," I stated as I approached him. "I know you like this better." With that, I slapped him hard enough to rock his head to the side. When he'd straightened, he flashed me a wicked grin. "Finally, you give me what I want. Knew you loved me, Reaper.

Have your boyfriend add therapy bills to my expense tab.

You're right. Everyone in this room with a pulse is starting to smell really good. Okay. Back in the box, better safe than sorry.