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Mr. Accidental Anal was still bugging her.
ME: You’re my new favourite person. GRACE: And you’re a ballsy bastard.
“Why not? It’s a wonderful cesspit of genital pictures and mild abuse. Why wouldn’t you want that in your life?”
It’s not hard to please just fucking kiss me!” “Gladly.” I barely had time to register his agreement before his lips swooped down on mine.
He tilted his head down, brushing his lips over mine once more. “Because if you want me to let you go when we leave here, you’re going to have to kill me.”
“It’s fine.” I waved my hand. “Leave him here. He’ll only hinder someone else’s progress. At least he’s being useful, following me around with the bows.” “Look at that. He’s learnt his place in the relationship already,”
She stilled. “If you tell anyone about this, I’m going to kill you.” “What? That you do, in fact, like spooning?” My lips brushed her skin with every word I spoke. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“Set your granny on her.” “I don’t need to set her on anyone. She’s like a guard dog without encouragement.”
“I agree. And if he wants to talk to me, do me a favour and tell him my plane crashed. I’m not in the mood for his bitching today.”
Your mother was—is—the love of my life, Gracie.”
I glanced at his shoes. Brown. So he did know his colours after all.

