“oh. It's an E.E. Cummings quote: 'It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are”

“After all, he'd been in the United States Army Special Forces, fuck you very much. You might take the man out of the SF, you couldn't take the SF out of the man. He'd been up against some of the world's meanest and toughest. So, goddamn straight he could work his way around one young woman.”

“Is this a dream?" The words spilled from her mouth.Owen's grip on her hand tightened, that lone dark eye trapped her with its serious intensity. "Waking up across from you is the stuff of which dreams are made. But, no.”

“Instead of an ugly scratch of a scar, he'd given her a beautiful piece of himself. A snowflake. Small and discreet, noticeable if you knew to look, but otherwise really just for her. A gift.”

“Here, let me help." Owen grabbed a slice of toast with butter and jelly and held it up to her mouth.She took a big bite. She looked up and found his eyes blazing, that odd light flickering faintly behind the blue and brown. "What could possibly be turning you on about this situation?”

“Owen scooped up a mound of cereal. "Box said they were magically delicious." He cleared his spoon with a big bite."Well, they're definitely delicious, but only you are both magical and delicious." She leaned over and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek.”

“Clothes. Too many clothes.""Mmm. Couldn't agree more." Fingers threaded under her panties at both hips and pulled them off. Megan gasped, drew her legs up and closed out of surprise. She pointed, pretending outrage. "You! Not me, you!"His self-satisfied smirk told her he'd known just what she'd meant.-Owen and Megan”