“You’re my perfection. I’m all of those things for you,”

“Jesse, we can’t do this.” “Sure we can, honey. It’s the perfect night for it. You’re a woman, I’m aman. Those little twinkling things overhead are stars. I believe it’s referred to as romance.”

“While the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than that to me.”I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. “Well, that was…really sort of perfect.”“I’m really sort of perfect … Everyone else knows that. You’re just a little slow on the uptake.”

“[Rhage and Manny]“You’re doing great,” he murmured as he noticed those white knuckled fists.“Don’t worry about me.”“Right, right…your brothers.” Manny paused for a split second. “You’re all right, you know that.”“F*ck…that…” The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. “I’m…perfect.”

“You’re not a bad person,” she told him, knowing where his thoughts had taken him. “I’m not saying you’re perfect. You’re cocky and a know-it-all and you’re addicted to working. But you’ve got a nice big dick and great bedroom skills, so I’m willing to overlook all that.”

“I’m a big believer in winging it. I’m a big believer that you’re never going to find perfect city travel experience or the perfect meal without a constant willingness to experience a bad one. Letting the happy accident happen is what a lot of vacation itineraries miss, I think, and I’m always trying to push people to allow those things to happen rather than stick to some rigid itinerary.”