“Ooh. Maybe he’ll fuck you in Spanish. Can you call me while it’s happening? God, I want to hear that.”

“Do I have to make a poster and scream Ryan, Ryan?" I kidded."The only time I want to hear you scream my name is when I'm making love to you. Although you did call me God the other night. That's acceptable, too.”

“So... am I to understand that you're mine"" I asked teasingly. "I can be yours if you want me to be, Taryn," he whispered.”

“You’re my world, babe. Mine. Not theirs. They can have me, but they can’t have you, too…. I meant it when I said forever… You are it for me… The me that is standing in front of you right now is not the same me that’s out there in the spotlight… They only get the outside, not the inside. That’s for you.”

“Are you mad that he's here?" Marie whispered in my ear.I shook my head while I prepared two vodka tonics."Well, you look mad." She laughed at me. "What's wrong?" "I'm allergic to whores," I said under my breath.”

“It’s time to go big or go home. I want everyone to know you’re mine, Taryn.”

“He rolled his eyes and then frowned at both me and Ian (Somerhalder). “That guy takes a shit, too, you know.”I shook my head to disagree. “No, he doesn’t. He’s still in god status and we all know that gods don’t poop.”