“You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.”

“He’s quiet for a minute, then grins again. “I can’t believe you think I’m hot.” “Shut up.” “You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.” “Shut up.” “I’ll bet you fantasize about me at night, right here in this bed.” “Shut up, Holder.” “You probably even…” I reach over and clamp my hand over his mouth. “You’re way hotter when you aren’t speaking.”

“Sky passed out on the road today," Karen says, changing the subject. "Some adorable man-boy carried her inside." I laugh. "Guy, Mom. Please just say guy.”

“I'm bored," he says."So go home.""I don't want to. What do you do when you're bored? You don't have Internet or TV. Do you just sit around all day and think about how hot I am?”

“What do you do when you’re bored? You don’t haveinternet or TV. Do you just sit around all day and think about how hot I am?”

“...in the midst of the worst day of my life, I find the strength to smile. "Thank you, Holder. So much. I couldn't do this without you." ... "Yes, babe. You could.”

“The fact that you just said The Jerk is your favorite movie ever is incredibly fucking hot and I'm pretty sure we need to make out now.”