Boys. I’d turn gay if they weren’t so sexy.
Eve: She told me last! Shane: Boyfriend! Michael: Landlord! Eve: Crap. Right. Next time you sell your soul to the devil, I get first contact!
If you ask me if I’m okay again, I’m going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.
My dad used to say that life’s a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.
Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.
Claire: So we do nothing? Michael: We do the best nothing you’ve ever seen.
As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire’s shirt. “What?” “Ask him where he got the boots.” “You ask.” Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers.
The universe explodes, hell freezes, and Shane does something resonable.
I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.
I’m a vampire, idiot. I don’t have x-ray vision.” “Some supernatural monster you are, remind me to trade you in for a werewolf, bro. Probably be more useful right now.