“Alright, manly man,” he says. “Go prove that you’re a man.”

“That'd be walking into dangerous territory," he says, getting up from the sofa. "Luke is not a morning person.”

“Don't be sorry, Callie,' he says with a heavy-hearted sigh. 'You have your own sad story.”

“Okay, I'm going to be completely honest here." I take a deep breath, because what I'm about to say is very real and more honest than I've ever been. "I don't want to be away from you for that long.”

“Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you’re secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.”

“At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.”

“He stops rocking the cage. "Oh, come on, Callie. It won't be fun if we don't rock it. In fact, the more we rock it, the better it'll feel." His voice drops to a deep whisper. "We can rock it nice and slow or really, really fast."..."Do I have your permission to rock away and give you the ride of your life?" Why does it feel like he's secretly talking dirty to me? "Yeah, go ahead, rock it nice and hard," I say without thinking, then bite down on my lip as the dirty section of my brain catches up with me. Honestly, I didn't even know that side existed.”