Speak to me.I hate you.Okay. Mad Rogan let go of me. You're fine.
I like that you’re jealous.Rogan, put the car back.Come to dinner with me tonight and I’ll consider it.
I don’t believe she sees him as family, Cornelius said.She can see him however she wants. I only care how Rogan sees me.
I wanted you to stop. I was encouraged by you breathlessly moaning my name. I spun on my foot. I wasn’t moaning your name. I was shrieking in alarm. That was the sexiest throaty shrieking I’ve ever he...
Maybe you should make me a list of people I can kill and ways in which they’re allowed to die, he said. You are not funny. I’m very funny. Just ask Peaches.
I don’t care, Nevada said. I want blue lilacs.And I want to fly away from here, but that wouldn’t happen anytime soon, would it?Anyway, I have to get back to the office, Nevada said. Text me if anythi...
Now that was a kiss, Grandma Frida said from the doorway behind me. I jumped. How long have you been there?Long enough. That man means business. All my words tried to come out at once. I don’t . . . w...
Maybe I should drive, Troy said. She knows what she’s doing, Mad Rogan said. I sniffed. What? The fragrance of a genuine compliment from Mad Rogan. So rare and sweet.
If you keep wiggling, things might get uncomfortable, he said into my ear, his voice like a caress. I’m doing my best, but thinking about baseball only takes you so far. I froze.
Mr. Rogan, I frosted my voice over. What I put into my body is my business. Okay, that didn’t sound right.
You don’t have the touching rights. How do I get those? Stop being a self-absorbed spoiled baby. You get those if I fall in love with you. He stopped. In love. You’re serious? Yes. That would shut him...