“He was gorgeous, and I absolutely, no question, had to be drooling. After a quick and hopefully stealthy check – big show, I wasn’t!- I found myself wonder what color his eyes were. Brown maybe. Or even hazel. Either way…wow, just wow. Deer? Headlights? Hi, I’m Ali.”

“What are you?" The stranger lowered his gun. "You're one big..." he leaned over and glanced at his balls, "wow... defininely a male. Declan wanted to turn, maybe show him just how big his balls were.”

“He feels it, too. His eyes widen. A lovely hazel. Green with flecks of brown and gold. The colors I love. The colors of the earth.”

“Her eyes were luminous gold. I wondered if that was the last color a bug saw when it was trapped in amber—and if the bug thought, wow, that's beautiful, right before it was frozen forever.”

“Maybe on day I can be just as lazy as you and turn off lights without moving.”“That’s something to aspire to.”… “God, you’re so modest.”“Modesty is for saints and losers. I’m neither.”“Wow, Daemon, just wow.”

“Trick looks up and his eyes meet mine. I am a deer caught in the headlights. I am a girl charmed by the cobra. I am breathless and mesmerized. And then he grins. Just like that, I'm his. Whether he knows it or not.”