“Beneath the sheet—which was already lower on his hips than should be legal — HeWasStillHard”

“I arched my back and flexed my hips experimentally...once...twice...a third time. It really was true what they said about riding a bike. My body remembered this just as quickly.”

“There's all kinds of stuff on the internet. You could've Googled it." he stated. still moving his hand closer. I could feel the energy between us begin to hum again. "I think that you should go Google yourself, Brit boy. I'm not interested in Googling you .”

“I’m done with easy.”“You should print that on cards.”“Print this—why do you still have clothes on?”

“I wouldn’t say I know him, but I’m familiar with his work.”

“And Caroline? Speaking fo thin walls?" he said, as he opened his door and looked back at me. He leaned in his own doorway, thumping his fist on the wall."Yes?" I asked a little too dreamily for my own good.His smirk reappeared and he said, "Sweet dreams".He thumped the wall one more time, winked, and went inside.Huh. Sweet dreams and thin walls. Sweet dreams and thin walls...Mother of pearl. He'd heard me...”

“My shirt bunched up around my waist, and the feeling of his hi-there against my hoohah was indescribable.”