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“The difference is that a cocky asshole knows he’s an asshole and uses his assholish swagger to charm and otherwise assert sexual dominance,”
“Self-assured dicks don’t even realize they’re being dicks until after they’ve hurt everyone’s feelings.” “Oh.” John frowned. “That...actually sounds pretty accurate.”
He wasn’t boring. He was practical. And Mary wanted to kiss him for it.
She placed her hand in the middle of his chest to steady herself and John knew instinctively that she was seeking his heartbeat again, the way she had when they’d been dancing. Little did she know that she didn’t have to hunt it down, that it was already hers.
He was a good kisser. John Modesto-Whitford: scowler, sayer of rude things, sweet, kindhearted, kisser of the lights out.
“He told me that I look at you like all the light in the world originates from inside you.”
“I think she might be right. But either way, she’s taught me not to wait around for apologies or for closure. No one can validate your story but you, Mary.”
Holding strong at a centimeter is just as admirable as holding strong at a mile.”
