"Yeah she was fine," Emmett said nonchalantly. "But you got to just hit and quit it. Those girls are dime a dozen."
Rosalie's eyes flashed. "I really doubt you know the first thing about those girls." She rolled her eyes. "I don't know why I hang out with you."
Emmett laughed, but his eyes lingered on the skin of her forearm he'd like to kiss. He'd wanted to wait for her, but then he thought she only liked experienced men. Now he felt she didn't like him at all and his lies were still the only intimate touch he'd known.
- The Romanticidal Edwardian