“Because that's bullshit. Okay, maybe the Las Vegas thing was our fault, well mostly Uncle Jared's and Jason's fault, but it was supposed to be a twenty-four hour buffet," he explained. "And that Disneyworld thing," he shook his head in… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I love you, Derek!” Jason tried to drag Haley back to her seat, but she fought him tooth and nail. “I love you, Derek!”… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Will you be able to keep your hands off me?" "I'm pretty sure I can manage that," she said, wondering if the man truly… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Zoe, I-- Oh, God!" he shouted, clutching his chest and stumbling back. "What?" she asked, looking around anxiously as she clutched a large brown muffin against her chest. With a shaky hand, he pointed at the offending item that she dared bring into his house. "What the hell is that?" She looked down and frowned. "My muffin?" "How could you?"… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share
“How dare you question my taste, woman?" he demanded. "If I say you're beautiful then you're beautiful so get the hell over it!” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“He's cutting off circulation to my balls! If you want great grandchildren, woman, do something!" Joshua sputtered” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I think,” she said, glaring at him with murderous intent, “that if you or that damn battering ram you have the nerve to call a dick ever comes near me again so help me I will – Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!” she broke off her beautiful words of love to scream.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share
“Wait, you don’t have a license. You can’t drive.” He turned the car on and threw it into drive. “Hmmm, look at that, it… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart. He… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“If she wasn’t his best friend… There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job as the… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“She was also sure that having experienced the act first hand would probably benefit her writing. If anything she should have sex for her… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
