“To you.” He kissed her mouth, then nipped her lower lip lightly. “With you, for you. In you.”

“I never took you for a coward, Stevie,’ he said quietly and her gaze swung back, angrily. ‘DidI make you mad? Good. I’m glad. Because you make me mad. If today didn’t change anythingfor you, then you’re either a liar or a fool. And I never took you for either of those, either.’ Heleaned closer, until he could see every dark eyelash. ‘I’m not a coward or liar, but I might be afool because I’m not giving up on you. Nor am I giving you up. So consider yourself on notice,Detective Mazzetti. Things will be different when you get out of here. I’m not going to waitforever, because we don’t have forever. If things had been any different this morning, we mightnot even have this moment. So if you’re not “ready”, then you’d best spend your time in herefiguring out how to get “ready”

“Lucy,' he murmured, 'you have some splainin' to do.”

“You okay, Ford? You might at well say something to let me know you're all right, at least physically, otherwise I'm capable of annoying you until you do. It's one of my special skills. So one more time. Are. You. Okay?”

“You're not me,' Millhouse gritted.'True. I'm sitting in a chair wearing Armani. You're on the floor, wearing an ugly orange jumpsuit. You're facing a long stay at Hotel Don't-Bend-Over and I'll go home to a soft, warm bed. I'm glad I'm not you for those reasons alone. But the biggest difference between us is my people believe in me and yours don't.”

“He broke away from my mouth and trailed his lips down the front of my throat. I felt his lips close around my scars. He kissed away their ugliness. His lips parted in tingling butterfly kisses that drained the strength from my knees. I realized he was mouthing words against my skin. Not words. Just one word.Mine.”

“I’ve sweated and grunted and pushed myself until I thought it would be easier to give up and die. '- Caroline”