“The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.”
“I gritted my teeth for a second, fighting a smile. If there was one thing he couldn't resist, it was an opportunity to give me something.”
“Miss me?" he whispered, giving me the once-over, eyes lingering on my chest. My heart skipped a beat. My glyph pulsed painfully."Like a urinary tract infection," I said, through gritted teeth.”
“I grit my teeth. Damn her and that lush body of hers!”
“Take your filthy paws off my son, you whore, and get out of my house-now!" She hisses through gritted teeth.”
“The force with which he wanted it both ways made him grit his teeth. What kind of fool wanted it only one way?”