So don't preach at us like you're some kind of saint. You're just another sinner.

Marriage is a big word for all guys,” Shane said. “You know that. It’s kind of an allergy. We get itchy and sweaty just trying to spell it, much less do it.

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.

Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?'

'Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. “Hey, Dark Princess? Here’s your crap. Also, bite me.