Take a Hint, Dani Brown (The Brown Sisters, #2)

by Talia Hibbert

“Reward me? With what? Because I only accept books or food.”

See, what Zaf really wanted was to be happy, and he’d read enough romance novels to know how to make that happen. First, you reached your goals and shit. (He was working on that part.) Second, you found a good woman who made you think bad thoughts and you lived happily ever after with her.

he kissed her, slow and gentle, tiny gifts of pleasure rippling the surface of her still lake—the way he kissed her said care.

“Hey,” he said, all raspy and gorgeous and ugh.

Unfulfilled lust was a funny thing.

The word pretty sent a childish thrill of pleasure through her,

Everything in life didn’t have to be black-and-white, did it?

she felt singularly . . . wanted. Really, really wanted.

it’s cool when you get excited about nerd stuff.”

What you get out of being loved, it’s supposed to be worth the compromise. When it’s good, it makes you want to compromise.”

Let me convince you to be mine. He’d say, Let me learn you.

“I don’t let anyone else do the things you do for me,”

Major or minor, if something keeps you human when pressure makes you feel like a volcano, hold on to that thing by whatever means necessary.”