“Even when things went out of control, his kisses never seemed brutal or vicious. Just…determined. The bastard.”

“His kiss was brutal, punishing, for making him feel like this. He wasdesperate. Out of control. Never had he experienced this kind of irrationalurgency. He needed her. Like a starving man needed food. Like a dying manneeded salvation. Now. Before everything went to hell. Before she could change her mind.”

“When things run out of control it is because we failed to control how reality plays out. How you manage and control your reality will come to determine your life.”

“What a woman should know-When to just let him zone out on video games, his computer, or phone.-When to let him control the day or situation.-When to just shut up and kiss him.”

“She seemed to enjoy the control and picked out some stretch blue jeans that hugged his ass tighter than a pair of kissing Proulahs. On his world, once mated, the blue crustaceans shared a shell for the rest of their life in an eternal kiss.”

“I was just thinking if the sex with you is one-tenth as fun as arguing with you. I'll be one happy bastard.""You'll never find out. You--------" He kissed me. ~ Jack Travis & Ella Varner”