The vamp in McMann’s stared at me. I guess he didn’t like the Goth look. Most of them don’t; somehow they think I’m making fun of them. Which I totally am.

Jealous?" "Maybe." "No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

It's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do." He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. "But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.

When things seem calmest, that is the time you should fear the most, it's when you have the most to lose.

I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good...tumble dry."-Eve Rosser

Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks.” “Just most things.

God, I needed you," he murmured. "I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more." ~Shane~