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Theodore. Now you have to apologise. For a second, she didn’t understand what he meant, until his words the night before came back to her. You don’t apologise to me unless you’ve lied to me, okay? She chuckled, shaking her head. Isobel: I guess I’m sorry.
He was like a bolt of sunshine, sometimes warming the cold recesses of her body and sometimes burning a little too hot, threatening to singe her from the inside, to punish her for being silly enough to let him in.
She had dimples, not just two in each cheek, but another two right at the sides of her mouth, two that dug into her chin, just beneath the sides of her mouth, and two high up, stretching between her eyes and cheeks. It was like her whole face rearranged to accommodate her smile, her skin dimpling everywhere.
BRUH. This poor girl's face is a pin cushion. Like... please picture this.
His other hand rose, hovering by her neck, the silky strands of her hair brushing against his knuckles, the velvet texture of her skin soft beneath his palm, hitting him with the need to spread both hands out. To touch more, to drag her body into his and see if it had the same give against his hardness as her lips did.
Swoon.
He was being sarcastic.
You don't have to TELL us this. This book would be so damn good with proper editing. The sheer amount of SNT issues alone, plus the awful pov. Jesus wept.
If it’s so surprising to you that someone else might enjoy her, then you can’t like her all that much yourself.”
Boom.
Kilian bit back an amused smile. “Run, little Sigma.”
Heh.
