I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.
His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.
I thought we’d turned a corner. Maybe we did, but we hit a brick wall anyway.
I have one one type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That’s it.” I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Whatever.
You put your hand on Corinne's back like this again and I'm breaking your fingers.
Can I take advantage of you in the limo?” His eyes laughed at me. “By all means, angel mine.