You see yourself as very average, ordinary. And there is nothing ordinary about you, Rachel." (Something Borrowed)

I feel like I’m a disappointment to mankind,” he remarked woefully as he placed the shirt through my arms and began to pull it down over my breasts. “Someone this gorgeous should be on display in a museum.

He could, Andi."Andi's heart turned to ice.It wasn't possible.He was dead, cast away into some deep, dark hell where he'd never be able to claw his way back out.

Androma was good at what she did. But so was Dex.Besides, a prodigy could only outrun her master for so long.

Any idea what the pattern is?” Dex asked“I’m not sure.” Something felt familiar, a shadow of an idea, not formed enough to make sense. She poured through her memories, scrounging for the clue she was missing. The pieces clicked. “Elementine.”“What’s the pattern?”“I don’t know, but I know Elementine is right.

Dex had taught her well, and now he would pay.

His loyalty, so fierce and unwavering, makes my eyes water and heart ache.

I’ve seen him before you know. In real life.” “What? When?” I catch a twinge of hurt in her voice for not filling her in on it earlier. “When I was at Sephora,” I tell her. “So he’s a metrosexual ghost as well?” Dex asks.

I also like ladies. And not as in shopping buddies, but in the carnal sense.