On Salem, you’re right where you’re supposed to be.

“My futon was a fancy one with armrests and everything. It was a pain in the ass…”

“Say you love me, Ivey.”

“Three weeks, after fuckin' you, knowin' what you taste like, what you feel like…”

“You comin’ or what?” Ryker returned. Layne glanced through Merry and Cal, nodde…”