You hit me the instant I saw you." he said, gruffly. "I couldn't look away. I wanted you immediately. Excessively. Almost violently.

You’re my wife, Eva. I don’t care if anyone else knows it or not, I know it. And I want to come home to you, have coffee in the morning with you, zip up the back of your dresses, and unzip them at night.

More like Cross blew your circuits during one of his sexathons. Still can’t get over that man’s stamina. Wish he’d swing my way and wear me out.

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

Confucius say, man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day

When a story captures me, it comes quickly and easily.

I want love and I won't settle for less