“When you get inside go change into something loose and baggy. And for all that’s holy, please wear panties and a bra.”

It’s called Valentine’s Day, you moron. If you’re going to date a human, Dankmar, you need to remember their holidays.

You’re mine, Pagan Moore. You will always be mine.

We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we’re older. Things change.

I’ll be whatever you allow me to be, Blaire. Just don’t shut me out again. Please.

In all her twisted perfection she had made me fall helplessly in love with her. A life without her in it seemed pointless.

He did say I fascinated him, but he really should have clarified to me that I was just the fascination for the day.

Well, let’s see, I found out Pagan has low blood sugar and becomes a complete b–witch if she doesn’t eat a candy bar during a stressful moment.

He seems like a man who knows what he wants, and the problem is he wants what I want. If it were anything or anyone else, I could stand back and let him take it.” His blue eyes gazed back at me. “But I can’t let him have you.

It was like she’d become the sun, and I started revolving around her. She was my center.

I hate the color red almost as much as i hate blond hair,”he said with an amused tone. -Dank

Blaire, tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do whatever it is you need.

I don’t just love her, she owns me. Completely. I’d do anything for her

You feel real good, Lana. Makes me forget everything else

He pressed a kiss to my ear. “Do you feel stretched? Can you tell I’ve been inside you?” I nodded, feeling my knees go a little weak from the tone in his voice. “Good. I like knowing you can feel where I’ve been.

When you find your reason for living, hold onto it. Never let it go. Even if it means burning other bridges along the way.

I never stood a chance. He stole your heart first.

I heard my name.” Ash’s voice startles me. “You tow better not be making fun of me about this stupid bra Mama’s making me wear. I’ve had it with the jokes. I’ll break both your noses if it doesn’t stop.

If I’m wearing a top, I don’t wear a bra. If I’m wearing a bra, I just wear a bra.

I’m just a backwoods Barbie in a push-up bra and heels. I might look artificial, but where it counts I’m real.

I was the first woman to burn my bra – it took the fire department four days to put it out.