Kissing Sinclair was like making out with a sexy timber wolfโ he was licking my fangs and nipping me lightly and growling under his breath and it was...oh, it was really something.
MaryJanice DavidsonFredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?" "Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth." "Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.
MaryJanice DavidsonWow, girlfriend, you're incompatible with life! And here I thought I was just incompatible with pink.
MaryJanice DavidsonI was so furious I was actually dizzy with it. There were so many bitchy, sarcastic observations to make, I was having a sarcasm stroke. "My God! You people! You're - you're so stupid you're making my eyeballs throb. They're throbbing, dammit!
MaryJanice DavidsonI've always assumed he'd be around to be, you know, yelled at and taken for granted. And of course I was wrong. Nobody's going to put up with that forever.
MaryJanice DavidsonIโI adore you, too. Well, I don't know if I adore you. That's not really the word I'd use. But IโIโ" I managed to wrench it out. God, this was hard! "I love you." "Of course you do," he said, totally unsurprised. "WHAT? I finally tell you my deepest, most personal feelings and you're all, 'Yeah, I already got that memo'? This, this is why you drive me nuts! This is why it's so hard to tell you things! I take it back.
MaryJanice Davidson