Perv." He pointed to himself. "Male and eighteen. What's your point?

I’m not leaving,” Sam said, his eyes fixed on the boy he was holding. “Not until Disney Princess here apologizes, or his head comes off, one of the two.

Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.” “Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.

Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

shane:you only love me for my abs clair:shut up loser shift off

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

Eve hugged her, hard. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “What happened to the old frosting?” Shane, sitting at the table, raised his hand. “Took one for the team.” “Jesus, you ate it? All of it?” “Nah.” He held up the bowl that was sitting in front of him. There was still about half a cup left. “Couldn’t finish it all.” Eve blinked and looked at Claire, who shrugged and said, “I always thought he was sweet.