He has the body of a professional athlete, chiseled to perfection in all the right places.

Locks or no locks, you're not going to cage me in.

She got me to crack open the window to my soul, and I really don't want to slam it down on her fingers just yet.

Movement means freedom. That's what life's all about.

She's an adversary, but undeniably an equal. Maybe she can bring me back from the beyond. If anyone can do it, I'm beginning to realize it could be her. Like she said, all I have to do is try.

You saw where I come from. No matter what I do or how I act, I'll always be the scum of the earth. I am who I am, and there's nothing you or anybody else can do to change that.

I can't give up on anyone either, even someone who's burned every bridge like Drake Schultz. Getting him to deal with his insecurities and whatever it is he's trying to hide. It's this never-ending cycle of self-hatred that I have to address before I can even think about doing anything else with him. I have to put him to the test. Just how far gone is he? How good of a liar has he become?

I've lied all my life. I'm just now learning how to tell the truth, and I'm not going to start playing games again, especially not with you.

That's just it. What if I can't protect you? I'll be outnumbered, outgunned. What if I can't get you out of there?

Stiff, huh? I think seeing you roll around on the floor in that tight little outfit accomplished that.

So you're saying your kissing me back was just a pity thing? Because it sure didn't feel that way to me.

I told you. I don't do soft and gentle.

You need something more from me—something I wasn't able to give you before.

I have nothing to make me feel good, except for you. The last thing I want to do is turn you into my new drug of choice.

Maybe I am the eye candy on the team, but the only mouth I plan on melting in is hers.

Wow, I didn’t even hesitate to call her my girlfriend. That’s a first.

I wanna explore your body. I wanna kiss my way up and down it all night long.

You have nothing to feel insecure about. It's a thing of beauty for a man to have a real woman to hold onto. All the models and actresses I've been with are so friggin' thin, I swear their chests are flatter than mine. But you, on the other hand, have one killer body. I can't keep my hands off you, baby, your curves drive me crazy.

I've never been jealous of another teammate. Sure, some guys are faster than I am, stronger than I am, but none of them have ever tried to steal the girl I love away from me.

I love the way he looks in his uniform, all man with just a hint of the boy I fell for all those years ago.

I like imagining that he punished his body for me, torturing it into such spectacular shape, hoping that one day I'd be able to appreciate his efforts.

That big chunk of my life that felt like it was missing has slid back into place. With him, I feel whole again. For the first time in a long time, I'm where I'm supposed to be with the person I'm supposed to be with.

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment everything seems like it'll be okay. More than okay, actually.

She stirs things inside me that I don't even know I'm feeling until it's too late. Whenever I'm around her, all I can think about is her, no one else, not even myself.

Having a woman on the team is stirring things inside me that I never felt before while on the job.

This girl owns me, whether she realizes it or not. I'm a slave to her will.

His lips are against my ear and I feel the warmth of his body surrounding me, caging me in, comforting me.

He’s letting me see the real him, something he doesn’t allow a lot of people to see.

My heart starts to pound as he gets closer and closer to the stands, never taking his eyes off me.

A soft moan escapes me, making him smile even more. He's too good at this.

I’m frozen in place as his eyes rake over me.