“You gave me hope that maybe, just maybe, you might feel the same way about me as I feel about you.” “How do you feel about me?” I whisper. “Usually? Irritation and an extreme urge to shove a whipped-cream pie in your face. But also, desperation. Desire. And, fuck, I want to kiss you.”
I love this line (if I do say so myself, HA!) because when I wrote it, I pictured the classic movie gag of throwing a pie in someone's face (like Singin' in the Rain or Blazing Saddles). I also love the tension here between Graeme's frustration and desire—quite delicious to write!
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