“Why on earth had I agreed to this? Oh, that's right. He suckered me into it with his manipulating words and those damn dimples.”

“Nick laughs. Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips.I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That's a crime against humanity right there.”

“I love those dimples."He hated the damn things, but if they made her happy, he'd be sure to smile like a dipshit more often.”

“Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That’s a crime against humanity right there.”

“You're certifiable, you do know that, yes?" Austin commented with a strange look."Well, coming from the school's resident sociopath, I take that as high praise.""Don't make me get my pipe bombs."Oh God, he was actually joking with me. I was in. In where, I had no idea, but I was definitely in somewhere. And he was smiling-- a real, non-adverb laced smile. And damn, he had dimples. I was doomed. So doomed.”

“And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.”