Forget about writing to Penthouse. This one was going to be a story for their grandkids.

If you want, I can carry you—” “I’m fine,” she said shortly. “Let’s go.” He’d said that wrong. He should have said, “I want to carry you.

What do you think, Ronnie? Do you think we could stop after just one kiss?

My glass is not only half-full, it holds five-hundred-dollar-a-bottle Dom Perignon champagne.

Recovering from a gunshot wound is not a vacation. You need to, like, write that on your hand or something.

Jenk shook his head as he headed for the rental car counter. He felt his shoulders tightening as he walked away, certain that Izzy wasn't quite ready to be silent or invisible yet. He was halfway there when Izzy shouted, "Jenkins! I wish I could quit yew!" Of course. The obligatory Brokeback Mountain reference. Jenk flipped Zanella a double bird without bothering to look back.

My favorite color is you.