I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.

Love, like Fortune, favours the bold.

You know, you’re topping from the bottom,” he murmurs against my lips.
“What?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about.
“Don’t worry. I’ll live with it,” he whispers, amused...

Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin's lamp all rolled into one

I love him. Simple.

You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince