202 Quotes About Banter

I can heal." the words are out of my mouth before I think to censor them.'What? You can?" His green eyes narrow. "You never said."I stick a finger in his chest. "You. Never. Asked."His brief moment of startlement dissolves into desperate laughter."And yet you can't even call your stone's fire, which is the easiest, most basic power. You might be a worse failure than even me.

You bite your lip when you're lying, Henry.""And yours move when you're being a nosy fuckmuppet.

Stacy can choke on store-bought sugar cookies like the rest of us. Why's he even bringing them? They're dentists. They should be eating celery.

Go figure, that happened to be his same style of flirtation as well—annoy her half to death until, before she could stop herself, she confessed her deep darks and bonded with him to a degree she never had before.

Huh? Oh you have a hidden agenda, do you?" She laughed. His straight-faced humor always surprised her. "You promised me you didn't.""There is nothing hidden about it," he replied. My objective is obvious. I've decided I'd rather have you describe me as 'sweet' than a 'slagging pain in the tailset.'""Really?""Well..." he looked up from the bag. "Maybe not in public.""I might be able to confine myself to saying it in private, if you gave me a reason." Taya met his eyes, and he blushed.

Sure you are," Jack replied. He sashayed up next to me, and yes, it was a sashay, he was far too damn smug for his good looks. Damn me for getting all girly inside at the sight of him coming over to rescue my damsel in distress.Then he became the ultimate man.He picked up the flat spare, looked at it, and said "Yep, it's flat.""What are you, a rocket scientist in your spare time?""Only on the weekends.

Mia shook her head. “I’m shocked you’re not swarmed. Successful chef with the best sense of humor on the planet and straight-up gorgeous? I would’ve guessed you’d be turning down women left and right.” “There’s nothing straight about me, babe,” Sky responded, the huskiness in her voice sending a shiver down Mia’s spine.

Roxie arched a brow. “I think I’m familiar with mortifying, doll. Remember, I’m driving my mother to prison tomorrow.” “Ah, that old chestnut,” Mel teased back, trying to cling to her composure.

Here to arrest me, handsome?” the woman asked, a smirk on her lips as if she wasn’t staring down the end of a barrel.