“Guess the honeymoon is over!" Denise muttered once we are outside. "Next I suppose I'll be sleeping in the wet spot..”
“What the fuck is love anyway?Is it a phone call the next morning?Is it picking up a hundred-dollar-meal tab?Is it flowers on the fifth date?Or is it sleeping on the wet spot?”
“I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.”
“But I know I'll never sleep again. I can't close my eyes when I'm next to her. It's like sleeping with a spider.”
“You're Bes, I guess?" I said."Yes," he said."Your car's a mess," Liz muttered."If one more person rhymes," Emma grumbled, "I'll throw up.”
“Know what the best thing about morning sex is?" Caesar snorted and pinched Nate's hip. "Sex?""No," Nate laughed, "nobody has to sleep on the wet spot.”