“Did you just wipe your nose on me?" he asked, finally.”
“I moan with pleasure."Did you just have a foodgasm?" he asks, wiping ricotta from his lips."Where have you been all my life?" I ask the beautiful panini.”
“You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can't wipe your friends off on a saddle.”
“I'm not going to marry you.""I'm not asking you to.""Good."He eyed me. "And you can wipe that horrified look off your face because it's obviously not true.”
“God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.”
“Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked."If I did?""I don't like it."He grinned. "It stays, Angel.”