“I love the way you smile at me... knocks me on my arse.”
“You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?”
“You gave me the key of your heart, my love;Then why did you make me knock?”
“Kiss me, I think. Go on, kiss me. At least grab my arse.”
“I love it. Reminds me of you." "It reminds me of a man I don't like." I never want to hear it again. "I'm sorry." He nips at my neck, drawing his tongue up the length to my jawbone. "My arse is dead.”
“Getting money from my dad is a finesse job. Luckily, I have finesse coming out of my arse. I barged into his study without knocking, marched across to his desk, and held out my hand. “Give me twenty pounds,” I snapped. “I need twenty pounds. Give it to me. Now!”