I want to know now,” I whine, not caring that I sound like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. “How.

You have the dirtiest mouth.

It would be so easy to fall in love with Tucker and allow him to take care of everything.

A kiss, at its very core, is an emotional experience. Or at least it is for me. Anyone can give me an orgasm, but not everyone can touch my soul. One kiss can make me fall in love with someone.

This is supposed to be romantic? Wait, do you have a fetish for girls throwing up on you?

I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “How did he look at me?” Allie asks warily. “Like you were his entire world.” She frowns. “And that’s a bad thing?” “Damn right it is. Nobody should ever be someone else’s entire world. That’s not healthy, AJ. If your whole life is centered on one thing – one person – whatcha going to be left with if that person goes away? Absolutely nothing.” He gruffly reiterates, “Not healthy.

I’m a history major, baby. I know tons of useless facts.

I’m a card-carrying member of Team Boyfriend, and after last night, I can honestly say that Team One-Night-Stand sucks balls.

I wish I were brave enough to go after him. Maybe ask him to grab a coffee. Or dinner. Or brunch – wait, do people our age even have brunch?

I’ve never met anyone who sleeps with so many pillows. Maybe he needs them to cradle his massive ego.