Don't you agree, fuzzball?

Gin! Gin, are you here?” “Right behind you,” I said. Finn shrieked and whirled around. I winced at the high-pitched sound. “Dammit, woman.” He clutched the folder to his chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.