“I need to stop thinking about how people see me and figure out who I am. Faking it isn't working. We should focus on being happy....Just happy.”

“I need to stop thinking about how people see me and figure out who I am. Faking it isn't working. We should focus on being happy....Just happy.”

“If you love her, that's all that matters.”

“ZANE: Everyone has an ex they regret.”

“I need to stop thinking about how people see me and figure out who I am. Faking it isn't working. We should focus on being happy....Just happy.”

“My inner caveman demands she knows I'm a good provider. I'll get her the best booth, order any food she wants, kill potential predators, and buy her the best cave on the block".”

“Where did you get your tat?” “Aaron’s shop. You want to get a tat?” he asked, grinning as if this was hilarious. “I have one,” I said, rolling the ball into the gutter. “It’s not finished though.” “How come?” “My brother interrupted the tattoo and I never had the money to get it done again.” “No, I meant how come you’re such a bad bowler? Is it genetic?” he asked. “Like do you come from a long line of people who can’t make a ball roll in a straight line?” “You’re hilarious.” “I try, Pixie Dust.”

“You tempt the devil,” he whispered then laid his head down and sighed. “Angels always do.”

“Do you always drink Sprite?” I asked. “Yeah, why?” “I want to buy some for when you visit my place.” Bailey grinned like I had told her she won the lottery. If she kept smiling at me that way, I didn’t think my ego could fit into the restaurant much longer.”

“Say you’re beautiful,” I whispered, stroking her. “I’m beautiful.” “Good,” I murmured, kissing her jaw then moving south. “Say it again.”