I promise to keep my hands to myself. I’m too exhausted to make a move on you.

Chemistry’s a tricky thing, and if I’m not feeling it, I’m not gonna pretend.

He thinks he’s comforting a friend after a bad breakup. Little does he know-he’s the one who’s breaking my heart.

My heart was divided for so long. Now I’m able to give you every part of me. You deserve nothing less.

What is it about guys named Adam?

The way to Braden’s heart is through his dick. It’s just wrapped up in latex and usually between some girl’s legs.

Have sex with Adam? I’d rather grab a defibrillator paddle and burn the other side of my face.

He is who he is, but it’s not enough for me. I want more. I don’t want him for just a night. I want him beside me every night.

The Female Orgasm. The Big O. That elusive, reclusive Loch Ness of the labia. Does it prove the existence of God, or just His twisted sense of humor?

I don’t know? Maybe because we had sex.

I’d love to wake up next to you in this room, in this bed, every day.

You drink, and your thirst increases,” it says. Time, I’m sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

If you want to hit me, scratch me, punch me, I’ll take it. If you want to yank my hair, spit on me, kick me, I’ll endure it. I deserve to be punished. Leave your...

Your lips are the only stimulant I need.

It was a time before Facebook and Instagram and texting. I imagine it must be easier now, for college students. Home must not feel so far away anymore. But how do you cut the apron...

I’m making out with a dead girl in my dreams. I’m screwing women I have no business screwing. I’m pushing away the one person who actually gives a damn about me. It’s like the Bermuda...

Katie, when I saw you again, there was nothing I wanted to do more than stand by your side for the rest of my life.

He was mocking me. I could see his mouth beginning to lift in a maddening smirk, a smile that was half sardonic and half secretive, as if the fate of the world depended on the...

I believe there are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who do everything right, expecting the perfect outcome every time, and those who know better.

Well if it isn’t little miss ‘Call Me Maybe’ back from the dead.

It’s in the past. I can’t control what they did, only how I react to it. I’m not going to change who I am because of what some jack offs think of me.

If you’re around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don’t hold back.

I sort of figured we’d be dating. It makes things like sharing a room a little easier.

But the moment I saw you, I knew there was something more. There was something behind those big, beautiful brown eyes that I had to get to know, and, damn girl you’ve kept me in...

He made me feel wanted – good about myself, even. Like he immediately accepted me for me, no questions asked.

I always fantasized about having a girl stand on my bar like in that movie Coyote Ugly, but I never thought it would happen.

Here’s the thing about falling for someone who’s already given up; there’s no promise of tomorrow. There aren’t any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every...

Just your being here justifies that what I feel for you is strong enough to endure anything.

You know I’m always ready to indulge your fantasies.

We’ve entered dangerous territory. You can’t kiss someone with so much emotion if you’re preparing to walk away. Alarms ring through my head, too loud and too obvious to be ignored. There are way too...

This is New York, babe. Be ready to expect anything.

Comb his Facebook page. See if he has a Twitter account. Follow up on every Google lead. I want to know what makes him tick, what makes him the man he is.