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

Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.

You gonna deal with Mr. Hot and Moody?" "Not sure. I may just pull out my e-reader." He nodded. "Probably safer for your sanity.

You put your hand on Corinne's back like this again and I'm breaking your fingers.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

…he murmured. “Of course, you’re my favorite ride.” “Aw, that’s sweet, baby. And you’re my favorite joystick.

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.