Robbie Oliver could call me Pooey-Poo-Poo Smelly Face if he wanted to.

“Sage shifted beneath me. I put one of my hands back into his thick hair and lef…”

“The more I thought about it, the more I worried I wouldn’t be good enough.”

“Nice, Dex,” she sneered. “You couldn’t wait to get in her pants, could you? You…”

“I didn’t want to be Red Fox’s saviour, but I wanted to be hers.”