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“Your vagina must be made out of steel,” Ruth guessed. “Aren’t they all?”
Fucking love this book!
“Oh, good. Mr. Darcy’s back,” I said dryly. “What does that even mean?” “Ugh. Another reason why I’d never let you get me naked. You haven’t read or watched Pride and Prejudice.”
Absolutely a red flag, indeed.
I ground down on him harder, faster, and pulled his face into my breasts as I rode him. “Ally,” he rasped. “Baby.” One hand in my hair, one on my hip, he gripped hard
I’m officially dead
She held up the copy of Pride and Prejudice accusingly. I shrugged. “It’s for decoration.” “There’s a receipt for a green tea dated last week being used as a bookmark,” she challenged. “I’m not the one who owes answers tonight.” I
AAAAAAA!
“Who’s the most handsome boy?” Ally crooned, ruffling his ears. “I am,” I insisted. “But Brownie’s okay too.”
“Dom?” “Yeah?” “Open your eyes for a second.” I did as my Angel Ally asked.
Shut up! I’m sobbing!
I lounged on the couch next to him, reading Pride and Prejudice and identifying with poor, misunderstood Darcy.
This man is perfection!
“I wasn’t looking for you. But I still found you.” “What are you saying?” I squeaked. “I’m saying I found you. And I’m not fighting it anymore. You’re mine.”
<3
“Oh, God.” “Dom, baby,” I corrected.
Damn right!
No one would ever take advantage of her or lay a hand on her ever again. End of fucking story. I was her Prince Fucking Charming.
Dominic Russo everyone:
My lady parts performed a discombobulating quiver. My vagina was fangirling over Dominic Russo.
You and me both girl!!
“Fuck, Ally,” he groaned. “Yes,” I agreed. “Fuck Ally. Now.”
AAAAA!
To: Ally From: Dominic Subject: Getting to know me I’m never getting over you, Ally. And I’m not going to try. My heart was yours from the pepperoni on. Love, Dom
I don’t understand how I still have tears to shed..
“It says ‘I Love You’—well, ‘I Heart U,’ but you get the gist.” The pizza box was sailing in the direction of the bus stop, and I was flying through the air, landing exactly where I belonged. In Dominic Russo’s arms.
