“You have the poutiest lips I've ever seen.""Pouty?' I snorted. "Like I look bratty?""Like you look kissable.”
“He looks like the sexiest idiot I've ever seen.”
“I was there that first night her called you. I've seen how he looked at you in pictures. Any bloke with a working prick would be insane not to like you.”
“You look”—amazing, incredible, eminently kissable—“fine,” I finished weakly.”
“Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood! Go fuck yourself!”
“That’s the hottest guy she’s seen in weeks, and now there was no chance of ever getting to know those smoky gray eyes,or his pouty lips.”