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Though her memories of men were growing foggy, she remembered how they usually went straight for the ass during a kiss. Their hands were drawn there like homing pigeons returning to their lofts. Inevitably, a girl ended up with a tongue tickling her tonsils and greedy hands exploring her crack without permission.
Like, I developed a spot-on impression of DJ Khaled, because he was just constantly dropping intros in our home.
“Ah, Jesus, I don’t know why I said that. I don’t know why I say anything. That’s why I’m single, I guess.”
So I called him a motherfucker and threatened to break his glasses.”
Neanderthal’ doesn’t even rate, gorgeous.” “Oh yeah? Then why did I want to stab him in the throat?”
“But more than anything, I think they were designed so that men had women to blame for shipwrecks or bad luck at sea. Surely these accidents couldn’t be a man’s doing. It must be a fish woman.” A corner of his mouth jumped. “Some explorer refused to pull over and ask for directions. That’s what really happened.”
“We can’t go see the penguins first, because I’ll never be able to move on to anything else,”
One of the Orgasm Donors smacked the other one in the shoulder. “Why don’t we communicate silently like that?” “We do. What am I thinking about right now?” “Banana pudding.” “Holy shit!”
“God, I’m going to marry the shit out of her.”
Oh, I get it now. This is going to be the hardest three days of my life.
“You don’t think married women can wear revenge dresses?” Wells paled slightly. “I’m not going to give Josephine a reason to wear one.” “Uh-huh,” Burgess drawled. The golfer narrowed his eyes. “Maybe it’s not too late to add a clause to our vows.”
Tallulah calculated her odds of winning against Burgess’s stubborn nature versus her chances of winning against a coin. Fifty-fifty it was.
“I might not have you anymore. I might have thrown away my chance, but I’m not going to throw away the lesson you tried to teach me. If it’s the only piece of you I’m allowed, I’m keeping it.”
“The people who didn’t survive aren’t alive to leave one-star ratings.” Apollo threw back his head and laughed. “Dead men tell no tales.”
And the surge of horniness wasn’t only physical in nature. She was . . . emotionally horny. Was that even a thing? Could be.
There are no two exact types of love, you know that? When two people love each other, they create a love snowflake, and it can never be re-created by anyone else.”
