“He chose to eat his tart off my thighs, which I think we both enjoyed.”

“The way I saw it, one of the single greatest advantages of being in a relationship was that you got to eat off the other person's plate.”

“My fingers scrabbled at the smooth leather interior of Ryu’s BMW as he missed the exit we needed. Causing him to drop a few more F bombs and slam on the breaks. He then opened what I assume was a rift in the space time continuum in order to hurtle his German made steal cage of doom through said continuum.”

“I can always count on you to say something sexy,” he said. I blushed. “I know. I’m very smooth.” “You are smooth,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against my forehead. “Smooth and soft and warm. I could touch you forever…”

“I swear to the gods that if you answer one more of my questions with a question, I am going to go all Tyson and bite your damned ear off...”

“So, once again, I ignored my poor, repressed libido--which was currently clamoring for me to lure Ryu behind the counter and knock him out with an unabridged dictionary in order to make him mine--and went ahead and started in on what he wanted to know.”

“It was when he was so casually clever, however, that I wanted to pickle his gherkin.”