Mai

“Want to make out?”
“With who?” she asks, not bothering to look up.
“Me.”
She lifts her head from her book just long enough to give me a once-over. “No, thanks,” she says, then goes back to her homework.
She’s fuckin’ with me. She’s got to be fuckin’ with me, right?
“Because of that pendejo Tuck?”
“No. Because I don’t want Madison’s leftovers.”
Wait. Un. Momento. I’ve been called a lot of things before, but . . .
“You callin’ me leftovers?”
“Yeah. Besides, Tuck is a great kisser. I wouldn’t want you to feel bad when there’s no way you can compete.”
That guy hardly owns a pair of lips. “Wanna bet?”
― Simone Elkeles, Rules of Attraction

“V jerked back to the present. And for some reason didn't lie. "I'm thinking about my tattoos."

"When did you get them?"

"Almost three centuries ago."

She whistled. "God, you live that long?"

"Longer. Assuming I don't get cracked dead in a fight and you fool humans don't blow up the planet, I'll be breathing for another seven hundred years.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“This is a team of gay dudes, isn't it?"
What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you?”
― Simone Elkeles, Rules of Attraction

“I take thee... to be my awful wedded husband”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Kiss an Angel