Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?

“Marry me, Rebecca...You might as well say yes. I'll just talk you into it. ”

“Laura had warned him not to expect much. It was a good thing. "Have you and Kat…”

“Frog-faced?" Caine asked when he met Grant in the hall."Beauty's in the eye of …”

“Why stop now? Seduce me, Brian.I dare you.""I've always found it hard to turn a…”