“No matter what happens to me you better keep playing soccer. And kiss a few guys for me. What the heck, kiss a lot of guys for me! [pp.127]”
“No: What the heck happened?Or: Why did you go from nearly kissing me to tossing me across your yard and into the patio furniture?”
“Morelli grabbed the front of my shirt, pulled me to him, and kissed me. It was a great kiss, but I didn't know what the heck it meant. It seemed to me a breaking up kiss would have had less tongue.”
“It matters to me, Mays. It matters a lot. I don't like seeing some other guy touching you. Not when it should be me touching you”
“Blaire, I’m not a romantic guy. I don’t kiss and cuddle. It’s all about the sex for me. You deserve someone who kisses and cuddles. Not me. I just fuck, baby. You aren’t meant for someone like me.”
“Tell that guy to kiss my white vivacious ass. He never met me.”