“I can feel this man in every part of my body and he has not even touched me.”

“I prefer to think of it as a knack for coming to your rescue," he declares huskily and winks, before he proceeds to wipe up my mess. Oh good God. I've made Chris Merit my janitor. And, he winked at me. I can barely breathe.”

“You told me I was making you crazy last night," he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of."You are, Chris.""Well, you are making me crazy, too.""Is this supposed to be making me feel better?”

“I don't even like horror movies. The world has enough real monsters without creating fictional monsters.”

“Anger surges in me and I stand up. "You have no right -"He's on his feet towering over me. "What if I want to have a right?”

“Any man who isn't married by thirty-five is either gay or he's got skeletons in his closet.”

“Taking you to the shower. Me Tarzan, You Jane. Do as I say.”