That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.

Miffed, I poked him in the chest. 'You think you know everything?' His hands caressed my back. 'Not everything, but some things. I knew without a doubt I'd fallen in love when we met. Then I knew I'd do anything to make you feel the same way.

I stared at him in silence. There were so many things I wanted to say. Like, How could you think what I feel for you is only physical? or, Don't you know you're my best friend? and finally, Bones, I love-

The dungeon image helped. "You need to let Maximus go," I stated, my voice stronger now. "No. Wine?

I might be the only chick in the group, but that didn't make me the damsel in distress.

You chose to come to Paris, of all places,” Mencheres replied. So what? Got something against the French?

Kitty need's a tounge bath