Allison Robin

“Twenty-four year olds were my new favourite thing. I needed to tell Oprah to put them on her list.”
― Alice Clayton, The Unidentified Redhead

“Grace, did you just sniff my shirt?" He asked, incredulous.
“Yep, I did. What of it? And after you leave, I’ll probably lay on your side for a while because the pillow smells like you. I’m ridiculous when I’m in love. We’re talking Hallmark over here.”
― Alice Clayton, The Unidentified Redhead

“I’m done with easy.”
“You should print that on cards.”
“Print this—why do you still have clothes on?”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“You done with work?
Yep, at home waiting for you.
Now that's a nice visual...
Prepare yourself, I'm taking bread out of the oven.
Don't tease me woman...zucchini?
Cranberry orange. Mmmm...
No woman has ever done breakfast bread foreplay the way you do.
Ha! When you coming?
Can't. Drive. Straight.
Can we have one conversation when you're not twelve?
Sorry, I'll be there in 30
Perfect, that will give me time to frost my buns.
Pardon me?
Oh, didn't I tell you? I also made cinnamon rolls.
Be there in 25.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger