Marla May

“Hey, if you're going to say what I think you're going to say…wait, are you going to say it?” he asked, smiling down at me.
“Yes, yes I think so.” I grinned shyly back.
“Well, then I think we should say it at the same time, yes?” he suggested.
“Count of three?” I asked. He nodded.
“One…” I started.
“Two…” he said, eyes twinkling.
“Three,” we said together. We both paused, smiling hugely, and then I took a deep breath.
“Jack, I love you.”
“I know,” he said at the same time.
Ass…
“Ass!” I said, smacking him on the arm.
“That was great!” he laughed.”
― Alice Clayton, The Unidentified Redhead

“Wow, girls sure do weird stuff. Especially you American girls. So much shimmer and sparkle. Who told you tits were supposed to sparkle?”
― Alice Clayton, The Unidentified Redhead

“God!” I scream.
“No, baby, that’s me”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, This Man

“I want to kiss him for caring enough to be jealous, and smack the shit out of him for being so jealous he’s almost blind with it.”
― Kristen Proby, Come Away with Me