“I'm supposed to quote myself? Seriously? I know I'm a clever wench, but modesty muffles my ego.”

“As soon as I saw that doll all splotched with mud, I saw myself, saw how soiled I was. Or thought I was. From that minute on, I felt liked I'd slipped through a hole in God's pocket. Just took a dive right into the dirt and was lost forever."Greg kissed Faron's hair. "You never hit the dirt. You just slid from one pocket to another. That's what I did too - I took a journey I was meant to take. I know that now."Absorbing this, Faron slanted a puzzled look at Greg. "Which pocket do you suppose I landed in?""This one. The one we're in together. The one I believe we'll stay in."Faron felt a thrill of optimism in his heart. "I never thought of it that way.""I never did either. Until today." Greg once again settled onto Faron's chest. His cheek moved noticeable into a smile. "God isn't small, honey. God has a lot of freakin' pockets. And we just found the one we belong in.”

“Faron didn’t answer, just picked up his rant where he’d left off. “I wish I didn’t have a dick. Ever since I fell through that hole in God’s pocket, I think I’ve subconsciously wished I had something else down there. LIke... fuck, I don’t know... an ice cream machine or something.” Greg snorted into surprised laughter. “you kind of already do. Although it’s more like a yogurt maker.”

“I'm Cooper Taylor. I'm a Scorpio. I enjoy women, long walks on the beach, and my roommate says I use girly shampoo. Oh, and I generally hate anyone in the film industry because they're total assholes. Guess you could say I'm you Pai Mei.""Willow Avery. Actress, Cancer, and according to my team, on my last leg before porn.”

“I need to devour you."Those words manage to knock the air right back out of my lungs, and my head spinsas one of his hands skims around my body. He splays it across the small of my back, pulling me closer to him, and leaning over until his lips are a centimeter from my collarbone."Sienna?" he growls, and I murmur to acknowledge him. "I'm going to taste you."He wasn't asking me, he was flat out telling me what was going to happen between us, and yet I felt myself nod, felt my body mold against his the moment his warm lips sought out the center of my throat."You smell like apples." he wispers harshly before his tongue darts out to trace the column of my thorat. I moan, letting my head fall all the way back."And you taste like the best kind of sin.”

“I'm miles from where you are. I lay down on the cold ground, and I pray that something picks me up, and sets me down in your warm arms.”

“Not really. But I'm a huge fan of your ass. I could write a song about your ass.""You've never even seen it.""Feeling is believing.”