“When the bus stops, get in my fucking truck.” I breathed out a bitter laugh. Aw, someone’s lost his temper. “Why?” I asked. And the next thing I know, the bus stopped, he yanked the earbuds out of my ears, and I sucked in a breath as he leaned into my face. “Because you’re mine,” he growled in a whisper.”
“I would never stop touching you,” he said, his voice almost tired. “And I would touch only you.”
“It's unfortunate that the more annoyed she gets, the prettier she looks.”
“ಬಹುಶಃ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪರಿಭಾಷೆಯೆ ಅಂಥಹದ್ದು. ಯೋಚನೆಗೆ ಸಿಲುಕದ, ಅರಿವಿಗೆ ನಿಲುಕದ ದರವೇಸಿ ಗಾಳಿಪಟದಂತಹದ್ದು. ~”
“She’s either a witch or she’s crazier than a featherbrained hen without a roost.”