You just called me an idiot and told me you need me in the same breath," I laughed. God, she was amazing.

They cheered and clapped, excited by the prospect of my musical pain. Twisted... every last one of them. If I still had any sense of humor, I would have laughed.

I was 90% certain Thia was the best therapist money could buy; the remaining 10%, I still questioned if she was certifiable.

You really like putting it all on display, don't you? No editing.""I'm not playing games with you, Sam. I have no intention of hiding what I want; I won't make that mistake again.

Hot damn! Hunter was finally paying off with the hot guy friends. I knew this day would come, it was inevitable, but I was still overwhelmed with gratitude - Ev would be getting an extra nice Christmas present this year.

Don't feel the need to sugarcoat it for me, Doc.""That was the sugar-coated version. DO you want the ugly truth?""Do you charge extra for the ugly truth?""No, only sugarcoating incurs an additional charge, like sprinkles.

I found myself confronted with a decision that no woman should ever have to make; do I look upward to assess the face attached to the scrumptious MMA pecs or go downward to find what other gifts God had bestowed on this specimen.

Are you defending my honor by parading me around like a coiffed poodle to prove I'm hotter than Griffin?

I am not a piece of meat, Sam," Hunter feigned insult. "And my eyes are up here.

We played hot potato with my heart—me throwing it to him, him tossing it back to me.  But every time the music stopped, I was always the one holding my bruised organ—out of the game.