I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.

Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication.

I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.

I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.

And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.

That's a stupid question,' said Malachi. 'Because he didn't warn him. He didn't warn anyone.' 'No, it's a philosophical question,' Kearns corrected him. 'Which makes it useless, not stupid.

Climb onto my shoulders. I will not let you fall.