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“Wooo!” she whisper-hisses. “I could feel that tension. I believe this is what Timber calls ‘a match.’”
I take a sip of coffee—black, bitter, and burning hot, just the way I like
Harry Styles, the giant orange tabby cat, appears in the kitchen doorway.
“if a woman behaved like that in the workplace, everyone would assume she had PMS. But when a man does it, it’s considered sexy and powerful.”
“To quote my dear friend, Courtney… what in the name of Kim Kardashian’s surgically enhanced ass is going on here?”
Say something, Liam. Anything at all. “So your mom’s into pirate porn, huh?” Anything but that, dumbass.
Legs’s ears perk up. “Really? So you’ll take me to see Harry Styles—the real one—when he comes to play in Atlanta?”