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

It hasn't escaped my notice that you only compliment me when you're intoxicated.

But-but…” Timmie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Why did you tell her I’m your boyfriend? Why doesn’t she know about your real one?” That was a good question. I cast around for an answer. Any answer. “He’s English!” I settled on desperately. “And Mom…Mom hates foreigners!

Oh, yes, that feels so good," I moaned, and instead of punching Ian, pulled him closer. Breath tickled my neck as he laughed. "I know. I'm truly gifted.

I was going to die, but I didn't have to grovel.

This isn't going to be easy," I grumbled as we headed toward the exit. Bones shrugged. "Nothing worthwhile ever is.

You'll drain me dry, but not my neck, and you'll beg me to stop before I'm finished." -Bones