You're trying so hard to deny what's inside you that you don't know who you are anymore. 
Yummy had been hiding under a layer of cranky-pants. I really hoped I would see less frowning and more abs from now on.
You don't need to talk to get to know someone, you just need to listen, 
I know I'm asking a lot. You'd need to start talking, stop growling, and bathe. No offense meant, but you look like a crazy man the way you are.
I lifted my head from Clay. "You okay?" I whispered. He turned his head and licked my cheek, reassuring me. "Next
If a guy doesn't trip over himself to get to me, I'm not interested. I don't want to waste my time chasing what doesn't want to be caught.
If Sam told him, I'd have to kill Sam. Since I didn't have the stomach for outright murder, I'd break his coffee maker. 
If I'd spoken, even just one word, I would have never been able to hold back what I feel for you. You would have run. 
I don't know who to trust." Clay nodded and leaned his forehead against mine. "I'll stand with you, always. 
My heart melted a little thinking of the effort he'd put into trying to be what I needed, and I knew I fought a losing battle. 
I met his eyes and smiled back. His easy acceptance of everything that happened finished melting my heart. 'I love you'. 
I met his gaze. Even then, he'd known me. I hadn't been ready for any monumental life changes and still wasn't sure if I was now. 