He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.

I can’t help it if you drive me crazy.”
“In bed or out of it?

It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.”
“Right after I get my head examined.

Can you hyperventilate a little quieter?” he whispered.

I don’t believe in happy endings,” Flynn said, spinning Tess and tilting up her chin. “Just happy beginnings.

Read it to me.”
“Seriously?” he said quietly. “You want me to read you poetry? Like saving your life ten times wasn’t enough?