“Archer pressed a preset button on my car radio. An old Britney Spears song blared, and I sung along to every word, bopping in my seat. Archer just looked at me. "Oh, come on!" I said. "Who doesn't sing along… — Elise Allen Copy Share Image
“What is wrong with you? ARe you the only guy in the universe who doesn't like a blow job?” — Elise Allen Copy Share
“Archer pressed a preset button on my car radio. An old Britney Spears song blared, and I sung along to every word, bopping in… — Elise Allen Copy Share
“I had always wondered why people closed their eyes when they kissed. Now I knew: they can't help it. The feeling is too overwhelming:… — Elise Allen Copy Share
“I realized my hands were in my pockets. He couldn't hold one even if he wanted to. Not unless he actively dug it out,… — Elise Allen Copy Share
“Know what you get when you rearrange the letters in Nate Wetherill? HATE WILL ENTER.” — Elise Allen Copy Share
“See?" I crowed. "I know what I'm doing. Two weeks, tops, and you'll be begging to dip your fries in my shake." "You think?"… — Elise Allen Copy Share
“Sometimes, but if you do it enough, it's harder to trip your gag reflex, which comes in very handy, if you know what I… — Elise Allen Copy Share
“My curls defined me; even my personality was curly, bouncy, springy, and playfully twisted.” — Elise Allen Copy Share
“One of the cashiers had taken to calling out, "Hey, Clark!" as I came in and marking my exit with "It's a bird, it's… — Elise Allen Copy Share
