Seguramente tiene razón. Soy una caprichosa. Pero caprichosa de él.
De nuestro tiempo juntos. De nuestra sexualidad loca y salvaje.

-En mis ojos, fuiste mía desde el momento en el que te vi en el Starbucks con tu amiga. En mi mente, eres mía desde que trabajas en las cocinas y te vi sonreír. En mi cabeza, eres mía desde que probé la nata que tenías en la boca aquel día que te caíste. En mi corazón, eres mía desde que, como una leona, me hiciste el amor en el almacén. Y en mi vida, eres mía desde que hoy te he tenido para mí y me he dado cuenta de que eres mi mujer.

In the sin department, she stood side-by-side with Eric, neither one better than the other. Both cleansed, forgiven, and redeemed by the precious blood of the Lamb.

Victory! Catherine wanted to pull the front of her top over her head and run around the office making V-signs. Of course she wouldn’t do that

He looked like every glossy frat boy in every nerd movie ever made, like every popular town boy who’d ever looked right through her in high school, like every rotten rich kid who’d ever belonged where she hadn’t.

My mama warned me about guys like you.

He turned to her as if he’d heard her and took off his sunglasses, and she went down the steps to meet him, wiping her sweaty palms on her dust-smeared khaki shorts. “Hi, I’m Sophie Dempsey,” she said, flashing the Dempsey gotta-love-me grin as she held out her hot, grimy hand, and after a moment he took it.

His hand was clean and cool and dry, and her heart pounded harder as she looked into his remote, gray eyes.

“Hello, Sophie Dempsey,” her worst nightmare said. “Welcome to Temptation.

But then, people usually do miss what's right in front of them.