"Finn is sweet, and funny and stoic in this way that is totally foreign to me but I actually really appreciate, coming from the Family That Discusses Everything. And he's hot. Dear Lord, you guys. Finn in bed is no joke. And he's not a whiny La Jolla mama's boy, he's a man who was raised to get shit done, and not cry over hangnails. Finn could break your vagina and be just handy enough to put it back together."
"Shh, Poodle. I'm having a Johnny Castle, Dirty Dancing moment right now."
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" he asks, bending to lick up my neck.
"I carried a watermelon."
He pulls back and looks at me before ducking to sniff my breath. "How drunk are you?"
"For the love of God, man, I'm not drunk. Get naked or put that mouth between my legs."
"That's because Ansel's over there trying to suck your soul out through your mouth like some sort of Dementor."