romantic-comedy

So, how__ you get the tattoo?_ she said.__runken frat boys don__ say no to things their drunken frat brothers are telling them to do.___hat almost sounds like an admission of weakness from the invulnerable Andrew Sheffield.___ot weakness. Stupidity, maybe. That, I__l cop to.___ can__ believe the man behind such a successful business is stupid.___ou__ be surprised. Just as there are different kinds of intelligence, there are different kinds of stupid.

The parasail's winch turned, winding up the line, pulling Ally and Serena lower and closer to him in a steady pull. A funny feeling seized him as he watched her. Logically, he knew she kept getting closer, but he suddenly knew she__ never arrive. She__ be suspended out on the end of that line for eternity, seemingly within reach, yet somehow distant. His breath stopped.

You have got to do the shiatsu. I had one back home a month ago. Fantastic.__arisa Finley frowned under her carrot-ginger-turmeric facial mask.__hat__ a shiatsu?_ It sounded like an unusual breed of dog."I__ taking my shiatsu to the groomers this week to have it shampooed and blow-dried.And possibly beribboned.

Claire, if you don__ move, I will have served two tours of duty only to die in this bed.

Stop,_ he murmured, or at least that__ what he meant to say. It came out sounding more like __es,_ which probably wasn__ the same thing at all.

She came out of nowhere like a two-by-four against the skull, knocking all common sense out of him and turning him into a walking woody.

Now give me some advice about how to take full advantage of this city. I__ always looking to improve my odds.___ust what I__ expect from a horny actuary._____ serious.__arlos reflected for a moment on the problem at hand. He actually had never needed or tried to take full advantage of the city in order to meet women, but he thought about all of his friends who regularly did. His face lit up as he thought of some helpful advice: __et into the arts.___he arts?___eah.___ut I__ not artistic.___t doesn__ matter. Many women are into the arts. Theater. Painting. Dance. They love that stuff.___ou want me to get into dance? Earthquakes have better rhythm than me_And can you really picture me in those tights?___ake an art history class. Learn photography. Get involved in a play or an independent film production. Get artsy, Sammy. I__ telling you, the senoritas dig that stuff.___eally?___eah. You need to sign up for a bunch of artistic activities. But you can__ let on that it__ all just a pretext to meet women. You have to take a real interest in the subject or they__l quickly sniff out your game.___ don__ know_It__ all so foreign to me_I don__ know the first thing about being artistic.___eeb, this is the time to expand your horizons. And you__e in the perfect city to do it. New York is all about reinventing yourself. Get out of your comfort zones. Become more of a Renaissance man. That__ much more interesting to women.

Bryce looked like a California underwear model. Not that I__ thought about him in his underwear.Much.He was talking with his friend Nathan. Where Bryce had the whole tan, blond, hazel-eyed thing going on, Nathan was fair with dark hair and dark eyes. They looked like opposite sides of the same coin. A really hot, totally unreachable coin that a collector would keep in a special locked case, which normal girls like myself were not allowed to touch.

In an unexpected move, Bryce reached for my hand and pulled me to his side. __lay along. We__l straighten this out later.__ood Lord, the school hottie was touching me. It felt like I__ won some sort of geek-girl lottery. And depending on how this played out, Bryce could be the answer to my boyfriend problems. If he wanted me to cover for him, then he needed to help me with my overprotective brothers.

Speaking of body decorations, I luuhhhvv your belly piercing!_ Heeb said, looking at the gold ring in the center of her slim, tan waist. Despite the artic cold, Angelina had opted for a skin tight, black tube top that ended just above her belly, on the assumption that a warm cab, a winter coat, and a short wait to get into the club was an adequate frosty weather strategy. Heeb was still reverently staring at her belly when Angelina finally caught her breath from laughing.__o you really like it? You__e just saying that so that you can check out my belly!___nd what__ so bad about that? I mean, didn__ you get that belly piercing so that people would check out your belly?___o. I just thought it would look cool_Do you have any piercings?___ctually, I do,_ Heeb replied.__here?___y appendix.___uh?___ wanted to be the first guy with a pierced organ. And the appendix is a totally useless organ anyway, so I figured why the hell not?___hat__ pretty original,_ she replied, amused.__h yeah. I__e outdone every piercing fanatic out there. The only problem is when I have to go through metal detectors at the airport.__ngelina burst into laughs again, and then managed to say, __on__ you have to take it out occasionally for a cleaning?___ah. I figure I__l just get it removed when my appendix bursts. It__l be a two for one operation, if you know what I mean.

He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. "Cooper?" "Still here." Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd --- "Thank you." Breanne said very quietly. He blinked. "Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...

A few moments ago, he'd had her up against a wall, skirt shoved up to her belly button, hands in her panties, his fingers driving her straight to oblivion, and now... now he was this intense, cool, calm, and collected man. With a gun. "Breanne. Are you ok?" She stared at him. He had his shirt loose and draped over the bulge of his gun. He looked rough-and-tumble. Baddass. Damn it, she had a serious weakness for badass.

I thank God every day for bringing you into my life. I know I don't deserve you, but I'm a better man because of you.

I was just wondering how long we were going to pretend like we annoyed each other before we started sleeping together.

Arrr, shiver me timbers,_ he said in an exaggerated pirate twang. He winked his uncovered eye and hooked his thumbs in his pants. __his is the nicest your mom__ been to a poor old bloke like me-self in days.__andra poked a finger in his chest, but grinned. __on__ make me regret it, or you__l walk the plank.__e grinned back and, with that eye patch, turned knee-meltingly rakish in under ten seconds flat. __ye, I won__ be asking you to make me Roger jolly, if that__ what has you worrying.

How my heart missed beating like this. For him. Only for him.

You know, typically a nickname is shorter than the given name.___s it?_ he asked in mock seriousness. __h. Well, tell you what, you can call me__he waited several beats, thinking of more than a few unkind examples. __ can call you what?_ she finally asked.__hat__ it._ He shot her his bone-melting smile. __ou can just call me. Anytime.__he rolled her eyes, refusing to give in to the smile that threatened. __hat sounds like a line from one of your movies.__e shot her a triumphant look. __h, ha! I knew you were a fan.

Trust me. You__e a constant riddle with an ever-changing solution." ~ FBI Special Agent Clive Poole to Maggie Mae Castro