Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. he stared down at me, his voice low. "There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline.

Wow, that sounds total stalker." Or totally hot. God.

The key to lying skillfully is never lie to yourself.

That macho protective bullshit is just some asshat man pissing on his territory so the other dogs will stay away.

He stuck the pencil over his ear, looking unconvinced. "Mmm. What position would you be the most comfortable for you?" I couldn't say aloud the answers that popped into my head at that question, but the flush that spread across my face like wildfire gave me away. He caught his lower lip in his teeth, and I was sure it was to contain a laugh. Most comfortable position? What about with my head stuck under a pillow?