He crossed his arms again and requested, “You wanna stop aiming your weapon at me?”
Actually, no. I didn’t. I wanted to keep aiming my gun at him and I might also want to pull the trigger.

“"Baby," he whispered. "Before I go, I want your mouth."”

“Girlie, you f*ck this up and I'm calling the boys in the white jackets. You let…”

“”

“Mine, he declared.Never, she returned.His mouth moved to her ear and he murmure…”