Felix and the Prince (Forever Wilde, #2)

by Lucy Lennox

I turned to make my escape and came face-to-throat with him. “Fuck, you’re tall,” I blurted at his shirt collar.

I pulled my upper lip between my teeth

...who actually does that? Does the author do it? I find it incredibly awkward.

I ran a hand through my hair and looked back at the fire. Felix shifted, standing up quietly from his chair and stepping over to mine. I looked up at him and saw his sweet face in the light of the fire. Without even thinking about it, I reached out my hand to him and pulled him onto my lap until he was straddling me with his knees on either side of my hips.

So many unnecessary words.

Pot, this is kettle, you’re black.”

that...does not make sense