“Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question thoughVishous: -WhatButch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle your pits with feather, right?”
“That one tickled. If electrocution is your way of flirting, I commend you on your originality.”
“Maybe it was just one of those days when you hear an old question a new way, that quite suddenly shifts your perspective.”
“Grace," he whispered as he slid his fingers over my swollen lips. "I want to be inside you so damn bad right now. But when I do that, I want to hear you scream my fucking name as you claw your nails down my back.”
“It all comes down to one simple question: "Do you want your belly pressed against this person's belly forever--or not?”
“Any questions?""Ya why do your drawings suck so bad?”