“I didn't try to pull away; things that can bench-press Toyotas don't let go.”

“I can bench press steam, but not fog. I just have to wait until the fog lifts itself.
”

“I tried--I swear I tried. But you didn't want to hear what I was saying, and I used that as an excuse to let it go on.”

“He pulled away abruptly - self-preservation required it - and pressed his brow to hers, breathing deep. "You remember one thing. You decide you want to get married, it's going to be me."Briony watched him stalk outside, slamming the kitchen door behind him. Both eyebrows raised, she turned to Ken.Close your mouth, honey. That's just Jack trying to be romantic and failing miserably. Don't let him get away with that shit either. If he's going to ask you, make him do it all they way. You know - down on one knee, looking stupid."Briony nearly choked. "That's just mean, Ken."He leaned close to her. "If you do it, Briony, tell me first so I can videotape it. I could blackmail him for the rest of his life.”

“She pulled away. "That doesn't make any sense.""Neither does this," he said, "but I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?”

“A part of me will always be joined to a part of you. I can feel it. And it feels so damn good. Don't ever let go of me, Kelly English." "I didn't let go, Mitch," I say aloud. "And it still feels damn good.”