“I've been to the dentist a thousand times so I know the drillI smooth my hair, sit back in the chairBut somehow I still get the chills”

“Still with me?" he asked, smoothing the hair back from her forehead."What the hell was that?"He laughed, propping his head up on his elbow. "The hottest fuck I think I've ever had.”

“A thousand times I was ready to regret and take back my rash statement - yet it had been the truth.”

“It's been a long time, you see. There's been no one for five years. Not since Gavin. I've spent five years murdering what I felt for him, starving my need for him, purging my memory. But somehow it still feels...too soon. They say time heals, but--' 'They lied,' he said simply.”

“Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.”

“I don't know if I've ever really touched him. Maybe once or twice when passing papers back. You know, even shorter, his hair looks so soft. Maybe it's time I rub it a little. So I can give more concrete details.I stretch my hand across my desk, but stop when I realize the horror of what I was about to do. Pet Sean. Have I lost my mind?”