“You know you look good if you can make a gay man open his mouth and then snap it shut.”

“Why do you care?" His eyes looked casually over my shoulder, down the hallway then flicked back to me. "Are you jealous?" his left eyebrow rose slightly."Of Lizzie, umm, no," I mouthed."Ah, huh" he didn't sound convinced. "So what are you doing with Kosic?" His face twitched for a second like he smelled something bad."Jealous?" I smiled.”

“You know I prefer blondes." J.T. Hawkins, Foolish Games”

“But as I glared up at Hawkins, I realized he was only looking down at me. "You got my attention. Now what are you going to do with it?" He said into the microphone.”

“Joie," he said with his lips hovering over mine. "What?" I felt my heart flutter. "Shut up," he muttered and then he kissed me.”

“You give me things too," he said in a hushed voice as he bit off the cap. "Like what?" "A headache," his smile widened.”

“Whenever you're done reading the chapter," he held uo his hands like take your time, "we'll start the concert." With a quick flip of my wrist I gave him the middle finger. He threw his head back and laughed.I looked up at Hawkins, who locked eyes with mine as he sang, "Love in an elevator, lovin' it up, til I hit the ground.”