He traced the shape of the bird, wondering what she could have done to merit writing herself a memo on her body.
“It’s a very permanent sort of reminder.”
She raised herself up slightly, catching his gaze and holding it. “They were really bad mistakes.

“I’m pretty sure you just kissed me.”“Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?” “What for?…”

“I'll make sure you're ready," he said gently. "And then I'm gonna make you beg …”

“I would use my tongue. First through those pretty knickers, and then when I had…”

“I’ve reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover.” “Don’t reform. I like you ba…”