“I don't give a rat's ass what Garrett's favorite color is. And for the record, I have a vagina, so I'm well aware of the fact I can look hot without looking slutty.”

“I don’t give a fuck who can hear us, Garrett said angrily. This one’s for me.”

“I'm not scared because I can't give you my love in return, I'm scared because I love you so much sometimes it's hard to breathe."[...]"Everything I have to give, it's yours. It's always been yours.”

“I’m scared because I love you so much sometimes it’s hard to breathe.”

“He looks at you like you’re the key to his soul and like he wants to devour you.”

“If you were mine, I would never be able to walk away from you. If you were mine, I'd worship every inch of your body with my hands, lips, and tongue. If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to stand in the same room as you without running my hands over your skin and tasting your lips. If you were mine…”

“Sweet mother of God. I was kidding about you crushing on her, but I’m right. Oh my God, you are totally jealous of her bodyguard! Oh this is priceless!” Gwen starts laughing.“This is a job, nothing else. Just like Mrs. Henderson last week was a job. I don’t mix business with pleasure. Ever,” I tell her firmly. “Mrs. Henderson is ninety-two years old and thought her dog was stealing food out of her fridge. I would hope to God you would never mix that kind of business with pleasure. That’s just gross,” Gwen says with a grimace.”