Rachel

“Dearest Annie,
Roses are red. Violets are blue. I’m using my hand But I’m thinking of you.
- Ronan

P.S. Just to clarify, I’m using my hand to write this note…get your mind out of the gutter.”
― L.H. Cosway, The Hooker and the Hermit

“Love was not blind, but it might mimic a deteriorating case of cataracts.”
― Sherry Thomas, The Luckiest Lady in London

“Are you upset that you can’t stomp around like a caveman and pee on my leg?” I poked his shoulder. “I’m not a tree, Your Highness.”
― Nichole Chase, Suddenly Royal

“If you think you’re doing some charity work with me… something altruistic by taking pity on poor little Lanie, get over it now, mister—”

Her fork flew right out of her hand, past Kyle’s shoulder. She sat there for a second staring disbelievingly at her empty hand. Then she narrowed her eyes at Kyle and snatched the fork out of his hand and used it.
-“That’s my fork, Lanie.”
-“Fork you, Kyle,”
― M.K. Schiller, The Do-Over