“I'm so ready you could drive a truck straight up my ass and I would bend over and push back until it was in to the rear bumper.”
“His voice was so gravelly I could drive a truck on it. And I would have, but I came carrying my bicycle.”
“I blinked, pushing myself up into a sitting position. I felt less like a truck had run over me and then backed up to make sure the job was done properly. Now it felt as if the truck had hit me only once.”
“So, let me get this straight," he said to me. "You save my ass and you're a loser. I stick up for you because of it and I'm a hero. How does that work?""I don't know. But it's so sweet.”
“When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.”
“She cried herself to sleep, and I held her until she stopped. I rolled over and pushed my face into the pillow. I figured if I could muffle my own crying, I would not wake her.”