I'd rather argue with you, angel, then laugh with anyone else.
If souls could be mated with wishes, ours would be inextricably entwined.
He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit.
What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?
His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.
Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.