“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s hard not to notice when fifty drunks are chanting your name.”

“My name’s Travis. Travis Maddox.” I rolled my eyes. “I know who you are.” “You do, huh?” Travis said, raising his wounded eyebrow. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s hard not to notice when fifty drunks are chanting your name. “ Travis sat up a bit taller. “I get that a lot.” I rolled my eyes again, and Travis chuckled. “Do you have a twitch?” “A what?” “A twitch. Your eyes keep wiggling around.” He laughed again when I glared at him. “Those are some amazing eyes though,” he said, leaning just inches from my face.”

“I don’t get hit that often. If they swing, I move. It’s not that hard”

“I wanted to sleep with you. I thought about throwing you over my couch fifty different ways, but I haven’t because I don’t see you that way anymore. It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, I just think you’re better than that.”

“It’s a Harley Night Rod. She’s the love of my life, so don’t scratch the paint when you get on.”

“It’s us, Trav. Nothing makes sense unless we’re together. Have you noticed that?”“Noticed? I’ve been telling you that all year!” he teased. “It’s official. Bimbos, fights, leaving, Parker, Vegas…even fires…our relationship can withstand anything.”

“Don’t interrupt my anxiety attack. It’s rude.”