C. Gray

“Hey," Marshall said, leaning beside me. "You okay? You look supremely pissed."
I smiled. "I'm absolutely fine."
"Is your boyfriend here on a date with someone else? Did you guys break up or something?" He seemed to be mocking me.
"Yep. We broke up," I said sarcastically. "I caught him sleeping with my sister and then she found out she was pregnant. It didn't work out between them, though, and he left her for that girl." I gestured at Sarah. "My sister's gonna take him on Jerry Springer."

Marshall raised an eyebrow. "You don't have a sister."
"And you don't have any brain cells.”
― C. Gray, My Heart Be Damned

“Okay, I'm sorry for not turning up yesterday." His feet pounded against the pavement as he ran to catch up with me. "Don't be mad. Even though you're sexy as hell when you are." He grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop.
"Don't touch me," I shouted. "Just leave me alone. Wherever I go, there you are being creepy and pervy. I'm sick of this, Marshall. And, you know what? I don't give a shit about your secrets. Keep them. I hope they make you feel all warm and snugly at night.”
― C. Gray, My Heart Be Damned