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Move in with the gorgeous man. For protection and stuff.
“Your hair is a mess and your breath smells like something died in your throat. Happy now?”
“No. I’d sooner put my dick in a bear trap before I let it anywhere near her again.”
Doctor’s orders must be obeyed.
When you hit a high, ride it.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life to fall in love with you.”
Don’t murder your roommate. Bodies make such a terrible mess.
“I’m not listening to you fuck him against my door. You have a bed. Use it.”
“You get the couch.” He raises one dry brow. “You don’t annoy me for three days straight and we’ll talk cuddles.”
“Well, if you insist on meeting with the medusa, do remember not to look her in the eye.”
Feeling overwhelmed? Put a plug in it.
One week changed the world. In one week, you can start changing yourself.
“Do you want my help? My friendship?” His brows lift, and his voice becomes a purr. “My cock?”
reads, “He simmers with sex. He’s more scorching than sin. He’s the hottest man in this house. Yes, hotter than Jayk. He’ll set your panties on fire. He sizzles with . . . untamed masculine energy.”
“Please give a warm welcome to the smoldering smokeshow himself—Lucien.”
Survival tip #168 Wine.
I like this tip. I can get behind this tip.
“Eden, a full moon is approaching. I do hope you’re being cautious,” Jasper calls in a lazy, elegant voice over the music.
His comments on heather will never get old
“Did I forget to make you a fucking friendship bracelet or something?” Lucky looks up from where he’s sprawled in the grass, dimpling. “Thank God you were the one to bring it up. I expected mine on Tuesday, bud. What’s the deal?”
“Should we get him a friendship bracelet? He’s feeling left out again.”
Survival tip #259 Don’t let them die on your watch. The couch time with Jasper ain’t worth
“Beautiful, I know he’s a bit rough on the eyes, but screaming in his face is just rude.”
“Dom isn’t rough on anything except my behind.”
Now Eden is making jokes! Lucky is rubbing off on her
“And what if I do need something? You plan on doing something about it, pet?”
“You just go stand around and look pretty then, Narcissus. I’ll keep the mean ole Sinners off your back.”
“It’s not my fault. Tragic hero is my—” Beau cuffs him on the back of the head. “No. It’s not your aesthetic.
“But don’t be mistaken, you wretched brat. I don’t need to be your superior to own you.”
want every room checked for civilians, Sinners, and cute baby animals.
“The danger pack is on fire,”
Lucky you dumb loveable idiot
