“I’d move here. I’d move to the goddamned, fucking moon to wake up to you in my bed.”
“Kitten, I’d break my fucking pitching arm if it meant keeping you safe.”
“But at this moment I'm feeling the effect of being thrown from a moving car, held at gunpoint, and tossed through a plate-glass window. You, incredibly attractive or not, might be the only thing that stands between my waking up in the morning and my being chopped up in my sleep. I am staying here, and so are you. And these fine silk pajamas are staying on. Now get in bed.”
“For God's sake, Connor, will you leave my fucking belly button the fuck alone and either move up a fucking bit or down a fucking bit!”
“Hell’s waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you’re here.”
“If you asked me to mow your lawn, I’d say sure—just as soon as you move your lawn directly above mine.”