“When I hear your name, I involuntarily clench my butt cheeks. Is that love? I don’t know—I’m not Nicholas Sparks. ”
“I clench your love in my butt cheeks, along with all my hard-earned cash.”
“I just wrote the book of love. Well, I coauthored it with Cupid and Nicholas Sparks.”
“I’m not going to faint at the sight of your butt,’ she said. ‘Ya might, and I don’t want that on my conscience,’ he said, tossing the jeans aside.”
“Alcide: "It's on my right butt cheek. It's shaped like a rabbit."Sookie: "I love bunnies!”
“But he grins, so brilliantly, not even paying attention. “I love it when you say my name,” he says. “I don’t even know why.” “Warner isn't your name,” I point out. “Your name is *****.” His smile is wide, so wide. “God, I love that.”“Your name?”“Only when you say it.”“*****? Or Warner?”His eyes close. He tilts his head back against the wall. Dimples.”