“So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky.""You're the one who ties people up, babe.”
“Jeez. Just over a week was all it took for my life to implode. It was some kind of record.”
“I smelled like a really nice snack.”
“Okay," I began. "You’re too old for me. You’re scary. It’s creepy that you were so all over my mom and now you’re all over me.”
“I crossed my arms over my chest. Jeez, it was cold in here all of a sudden. And had he always smelled this good? Was it a cologne? Eau de Christmas Pie?”
“I don't need an invitation to step over your threshold. -Cristophe”