Boys are like drugs,' her father said, 'just say no.

Forever this time," he said as Sawyer strode toward them. Tara sighed blissfully. "You know what this means, right?" "I'm done guessing," he said. "Tell me." "It means you're mine," she said. "And I'm yours. No more walking away. We are going to get it right this time." His smile was slow and easy, and just for her. "Well, finally.

Why, so you can charm my panties off again?

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.

How about we give each other everything we can and not blame each other for what we can’t.

They say money talks, but all mine ever says is 'good-bye sucker.