I didn't see any furry little James Bonds.
Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn’t get along.
...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.
I feel like I’m finally whole. I’m five thousand years old,” he rasped. “But the day you found me in the woods, that’s when my life started.
I hate you.” “I know,” he whispered. “Kiss me.” He didn’t hesitate.
The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.