I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.

Baby girl, Cross is a tsunami.

The world would be a very sad place if readers could only love one story.

Why? Why would you do that?” "You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.

You’re my wife, Eva. I don’t care if anyone else knows it or not, I know it. And I want to come home to you, have coffee in the morning with you, zip up the back of your dresses, and unzip them at night.

I keep what's mine, and I do not share.