I own your pleasure," I whispered into his mouth. "I'll take it if you won't give it to me.

I can't bail out on Cary," I said apologetically, turning to face him. "Chicks before dicks and all that.

Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.

I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones.

We are totally dysfunctional.” “I prefer ‘selectively deviant’. But we’ll keep that to ourselves.

I'll catch you angel, i'll always catch you.

We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated as I was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination and love kept us fighting for them.