“He lifted my luggage off the floor. "You're not sleeping on the couch or the recliner. You're sleeping in my bed.""Which is more unsanitary than the couch, I'm sure.""There's never been anyone in my bed but me."I rolled my eyes. "Give me a break!""I'm absolutely serious. I bag 'em on the couch. I don't let them in my room.""Then why am I allowed in your bed?"One corner of his mouth pulled up into an impish grin. "Are you planning on having sex with me tonight?""No!""That's why. Now get your cranky ass up, take your hot shower, and then we can study some Bio.”

“You’re sleeping in my bed.”“Which is more unsanitary than the couch, I’m sure.”“There’s never been anyone in my bed but me.”

“I don't like futons. They can't commit. I'm a bed! I'm a couch! I'm a bed! I'm a couch!”

“I don't know what shit you're working though but I know its there. I know you'd rather not even acknowledge it and definitely don't want me to be a part of the process. I don't care. Princess, this is happening between you and me.""What, exactly, do you mean by 'this'? You fucking me?" I snapped..." Yeah. Me fucking you. In your bed, on your couch, in my bed and anywhere else I can think of. I'm gonna do you on your back, on your knees and you're gonna ride me. And when I've exhausted you and you don't have those fucking shields up, I'm gonna make you talk to me and tell me what this shit is about and then, maybe, I can help you with it.”

“Your song crept over me as I drifted, the room spinning ever so slightly, and I rolled onto my side and pulled up my knees, facing the back of the couch, and put my hands up together by my chin, like your music was a blanket I could gather around me.”

“Every part of you was made for me. Your lips were made to kiss mine, your eyes were made to wake up to me looking at you in my bed every morning, and your f***ing tongue was made to roll my name off of it. I am more certain of us than I'm certain that I require oxygen to breathe.”