The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

To find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

You're kind of a smart ass when you're not flat on your face.

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

'What about stress? Are you using your stress-management techniques when things seem to be getting on top of you?' 'Nothing is getting on top of me.' As I said it, a totally inappropriate picture popped into my mind. 'What are you feeling?' Jake's breath warm against my face, my bruised lips tingling from his kisses. 'Tell me what it feels like with me inside you.'

You were the first in every way that counted.