“You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you’re a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen—” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“She giggled. Giggled. Her cheeks pinked, and goddamn, if this plane didn’t get to the gate and un-board them, he was going… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share
“high-pitched squeaks could only mean one thing: her brother Roman and his best friend Cash had arrived.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share
“And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that… — Cristin Harber Copy Share
“Baby, you want to talk about what happened, go for it. I’m listening. But you know, I’m no angel, and I’m not finished dancing… — Cristin Harber Copy Share
“Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share
“Yeah, thanks, man. That’ll be like catching Niagara fucking Falls with a fly net.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share
“His head was mixed up, and fall semester was going to be needlessly rough if he didn’t get a few things in order first.… — Cristin Harber Copy Share
“You know what? I don’t care about everyone. I never even cared about me. I cared about you.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share
“Whatever you guys call it. Man up. Get your panties out of a wad. Put on your big boy shorts. Grow a set.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share
