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

Baby girl, Cross is a tsunami.

Sometimes I wanted to believe something so badly, I deliberately manufactured excuses and ignored painful reality.

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.

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

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

Thanks for the reminder that i have to hit the gym today. I have'nt worked out in days. Unless one counted mattress gymnastics!!!