I have choices," I insisted, refusing to break eye contact. "We both do. I may have to make mine carefully, and make a few compromises along the way, but I have a choice. I choose you.

Because the alternative sucks!

I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats.

She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.

Can we save the live demo for later, please? Bean Sidhe in angst, here.

I’m confiscating your hair dryer—you’ve fried your brain.

Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.