You’re injured.” He flicks his chin at my bleeding leg.“We need to get that cleaned up.”“It’ll be fine,” I wave it off. “My mom will descend upon me with a bottle ofperoxide the second I hit the door.
Fair enough…No inhaling battery acid,” I smirk. “We can’t breathe batteryacid, can we?
You didn’t just accidentally win my favor,” I dispute, slowly shaking myforehead against his. “You earned it. Now, if I can just save your life twenty or thirty more times…We might actually be able to call it even.
I didn’t intend it to come out sarcastically, but I guess that’s just where my tone of voice automatically goes these days.
Phrase the question any way you like…The answer will still be ‘Kiss my ass.
Wow…At least I can rest assured that you definitely can’t read my mind,” I remarked. “Clearly you know nothing about me…because the surest way to keep me from doing something is to tell me I have no other choice.
It’s a sad state of affairs when I’m the one bringing sanity to the equation
There’s an empty seat next to me in the ‘intensely aggravating’ section…and it’s got your name on it
The cleanest civilization I’ve ever seen…and the number one thing you pack for a wedding is a jar of dirt?
Suddenly, I saw ocean again—then another horizon line—but this time the deep blue sky was on the wrong side of the line…the Holy crap, we’re upside down side.
I wish I could say I’m low maintenance, but I like some of the finer things in life…like a toothbrush.
But you know as well as I do that anger won’t solve anything.”“I beg to differ,” he shrugged. “Anger can be quite rewarding…at least for those of us who have the option of blasting our enemies to oblivion.
I tried not to think of all the horror movies featuring this exact scenario, soon to be followed by an abundance of gratuitous blood and gore.
We broke into laughter—the kind that’s your only recourse when you feel like curling up in a fetal position and whimpering like a little girl.
You can be intensely aggravating…” His expression struck me as closer to boredom than aggravation. “And somehow I suspect this isn’t the first time you’ve been told that.”“Nope,” I smiled mischievously. “Nor the last…
You and your ‘potential’,” I lazily rolled my eyes. “According to you, everyone has it…and no one is living up to it.
Silence upon silence, with a heaping pile of extra silence.
I’m not familiar with this word you were repeating before…‘cojones’, was it?”I blushed as Dominick patted me on the back. “Way to introduce him to the vernacular, Palta.
I can finish that off and get you something better,” he offered.“You’d eat my leftovers?…” I felt like such a prima donna. “You’re a king.”“I’m a…hungry…king,” he shrugged, as he unassumingly glanced to the side. “I’m not picky.
If by ‘foe’ you mean a brutal killer, then I suppose I’d fall into the ‘friend’ category,” I replied cynically. “Although in your case, we may have to find a secret option number three.
For someone so intuitive,” he said, shaking his head, “sometimes you only see what you expect to see.