“You’re green. Tell me you have the flu.”“No.”“The shoulder?”“Yeah.”“Well, fuck me.”“I’d rather not.”

“She drew in a breath. “So I havethis thing I do before sex. A test. An ‘Is He Inhaler Worthy?’test.”He just stared at her. “There’s a test. Before sex.”“Yes. And I should tell you, not many pass.”“Chloe?”“Yeah?”“I’d be worth the inhaler,” he said, then forced himself to walk away into the night.”

“I love you, Mallory," he said very quietly, very seriously. "So damn much."Warmth and affection and need and so much more rushed her. "I know.""You know?""Yes.""Well, hell," he said with a small smile and a shake of his head. "You might have told me and saved me a lot of time.""How about I tell you something else?" she said. "I love you, too.”

“Give me,” she said.“Don’t you mean please give me?”“You want me to beg?”That smile spread slightly. “Nah. I just heard you beg plenty.”“I did not beg.” But she had. She so had. Still grinning, still naked, he pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to her shoulder. “My panties, Mark.”

“You went from worrying about being weak to wanting a fence with me?""I don't give a flying fuck about being weak. You're the only thing I care about. You make me whole. You make me feel. You make me..." He searched for the word. "Everything." He pulled her tighter to him. "It's always been you, Holly. And it always will be. Say yes.""Yes," she said instantly. "To everything.”

“Are you in love with me, the me I am right now?""Well not right now," he said, brooding. "Right now you're kinda mean."-Tara and Logan”

“Forever this time," he said as Sawyer strode toward them.Tara sighed blissfully. "You know what this means, right?""I'm done guessing," he said. "Tell me.""It means you're mine," she said. "And I'm yours. No more walking away. We are going to get it right this time."His smile was slow and easy, and just for her. "Well, finally.”