“HOLY MOTHER EFFING SPARKLY VAMPIRES IS HE HOT”
“Holy effing moly.”
“Do you believe in vampires? Not the sparkly variety.”
“Cash winks at me from in front of the stove and pure lust twitches in my lower belly. There’s no denying this man is hot. Effing hot. Probably hotter than the stove he’s cooking on.”
“Ok, look. Whenever I hear people say that they felt ‘sparks,’ I usually think it’s a load of poo. I mean, I have felt attraction to people, sure, and I have even felt some instant lust. But sparks? Please... Then he touched my skin. Sparks. Sparks. Sparks. Hot sparks. Flashing sparks. Lightning bolt sparks. J esus, Mary, and Joseph sparks.”
“Now, I bought us a movie to watch, the one that has sparkly vampires in it.”