“She chews the inside of her lip as she digests it all. I don’t think she has a clue how sexy and adorable she is. -Nash”

“She stands facing me to take off the helmet. When she does, she shakes her dark hair free. It looks like something a girl in a shampoo commercial might do. I have no doubt she doesn’t have a clue how sexy she is. But she is. Holy hell, is she ever!”

“She grins at me. It’s a cute, sexy little grin that makes me want to kiss her. -Nash”

“I look at a woman’s shoes, not to tell how sexy she is, but to determine how sexy she feels.”

“Just think Kate Middleton. Does she do housework? Does she work for a living? See how the world adores her? You (a kept woman) are worthy of adoration, too!”

“How did I love her?Let me count the ways.The freckles on her nose like the shadow of a shadow; the way she chewed on her lower lip when she walked and how when she ran she looked like she was born going fast and how she fit perfectly against my chest; her smell and the touch of her lips and her skin, which was always warm, and how she smiled.Like she had a secret.How she always made up words during Scrabble. Hyddym (secret music). Grofp (cafeteria food). Quaw (the sound a baby duck makes). How she burped her way through the alphabet once, and I laughed so hard I spat out soda through my nose.And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in the world.This was my secret: she was the one who saved me.”