So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

See me when you look at me.

Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.

Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.

I began to cry. Barrons looked horrified. "Stop that immediately, Ms. Lane." "I can't." I sniffeled into my cup pf cocoa so he couldn't see my face. "Try harder!" I gave a great sniff and shudder, and turned it off. "I have not been her lover for...some time," he offered, watching me carefully. "Oh, get over yourself!

Oooh! Stop that. When you smile at me I want all of it." "What?" He looked confused