I was just, uh...looking at your bush.

He tastes like sour patch kids, and soda, and warmth, and goose bumps.

Dedicated to anyone who has weaknesses, and finds the strength to overcome them.

It’s not about experience, Kel. It’s about knowing the person you’re kissing.

My back slams against the oven door, and I cover my face and cry. I cry so hard I can't breathe.

The ocean is scary . . . but it is beautiful,” he says into my ear.He clearly sees something I’m not seeing.“I guess.”“You stubborn woman.” He chuckles, and his hands slide from my waist to the railing, and his front presses against my back. “Terrifying things can be beautiful, you know. Trust me on that one.

Absence makes the clitoris grow fonder.

He's totally caught me, and I'm never letting him toss me back.

I want to make people smile. I want to tell an epic story... with laughter. I want to change the way people view the world. I want life to stop being so damn dramatic all the time. I want... what are you doing?

Hmm," she hums after a moment."What?""Just thinking...We both want you to get this role.""No sh*t.""And arguing obviously isn't helping us out."I snort. "But that's what we do.