I was so glad Ford had decided to grace me with his presence on my kindle, I was all giddy and jumping up and down. His mind is just a complete mess, "it's just...what the eff? Why? It;s like I have a sign on me effing head that says I like the weird ones." He's a sarcastic little s***, "wonderful, thanks." I reply. "Now that the effing night is over and we have to leave, I'm so glad we have heat." He pays no expense when it comes to his girl, even though he has no idea that she's his girl yet, "I take out my card and flick it at him. "What's the damage on the girl's car? Add it in." Ford that boy is a boob man, "do you need anything specific? Milk?" She glances down at her breasts and I let out a small chuckle. "For you I mean." He's such a pushover when he doesn't have sleep, "I lean into her neck and nip her earlobe. "I will, because I'm tired and I want to go to bed, but if there's a next time, I won't be taking requests." Ashleigh knows how to give s*** back to Ford, "you're nice-looking. You're smart and wealthy, well-bred, maybe. And I feel indebted to you. But you're also very rude. And I'm not a worthless person. Maybe I've got a lot of problems and pretty much everything is going wrong for me right now, but I'm not worthless. So I won't stay and allow you to make yourself feel better by making me feel worse." Ford comes to some realizations in this book that s*** are effing shocking, "I want Ashleigh, I want her baby, and I want a effing house that is not filled with cold ultra-modern s***."