Oh, I’ll fight you,” she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. “That’s the way I roll.

Actually, you know what? You keep thinking I'm God's gift to women, angel. It's better for me if you believe I'm the best you can get.

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

I’ll do whatever you want, whatever you need. Anything. Just take me back.

I love you. Still not the right word, but i know you want to hear it.

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

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.