What’s goin’ on?” I ask as I take a seat. “Obviously not this.” He tosses me my shirt from last night. “I found it on the floor of the den. It’s obvious there was some hanky-panky going on.” Okay, so he knows we fooled around. But at least he didn’t find Kiara’s bra on top of my shirt. “Yeah . . . things kinda got a little heated after you and Mrs. W. left the den last night,” I tell him.

Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.

This attitude means you haven't met a girl worthy of your attention. You'll want to get caught if the right girl comes along.

Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.

With someone you like that much, the lows are as low as the highs are high. Does that make sense?' It does. It also makes me sound bipolar.' Love will do that to a person.

It'll be impossible to protect Brittany for the rest of her life from all the other guys who want to be near her, to see her as I've seen her. Touch her as I've touch her. Man, I never want to let her go.

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.