If she just wanted to come home at night to eye candy with good hair, I could probably be that reasonably well.

The only thing true about what you just said was the storybook damsel part - and that only because you're pretty enough to be one.

Since when do we even play games?” “Since when don’t we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between.” I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. “Hello, Carter.

This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did." I frowned, "What's that?" "Homework.

Fine, I guess it's ok then. Go ahead." "Huh? What's ok?" "It's okay if you marry my brother.

You've asked me out tons of times." "Not really. I've made inappropriate suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date.

You managed to get him a duster, but you couldn't find me a pair of jeans?