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It reminded her of the way Darcy said Mr. Wickham? and stepped closer to Elizabeth during his rain proposal in the hand-flex version of P&P, and Izzy thought she might faint dead away for the first time in her life.
The man had the deepest, sexiest voice.
that you spilling coffee on me was a fucking lovely surprise.”
He’d found himself staring, watching her, just waiting for the charming little crinkle. Like a fucking idiot.
Because somehow, just like that, he felt like he’d known her forever.
For someone so above-board-executive-like in person, he was surprisingly fun on the phone.
“I thought that was a dress,”
“It’s a skirt and top.”
Because it would feel like…something. Something from a daydream about boyfriends working on their girlfriend’s car.
"Just because we have a little chemistry doesn’t mean we’re at the mercy of our basest instincts, right? We’re not animals.”
Izzy: You're not the boss of me. Blake: I am quite literally the boss of you.
shit like that made him get a pinching pain just below his heart.
But the thing of it was, he really liked Iz. He liked being friends with her, regardless of the shape of her body (perfect) and the pretty of her face. He liked the smell of her hair and the way her nose squinched when she grinned, but he loved her smartass fuckery even more.
he was nervous that rushing to sex might somehow screw everything up.
“I spend hours every day obsessing about all of you, every little bit.” “You do?” she said, her voice barely there. “Yes, I fucking do,” he said around an exhale. “So you can’t talk about your underthings without making me crazy. Without making me think about your skin and your body and the way you’d look in goddamn lace.”
“You are so fucking pretty that I have a hard time not staring. Obsessively. Every second that I’m with you.”
“Iz.” Blake leaned a little closer, where his lips hovered just above hers, and he murmured, “Don’t you know that I’d do anything to make you happy?”
“Isabella Clarence, I love you so much that I can barely breathe. Please never change, okay?”
“Honey, I was hooked the minute you felt me up in Starbucks, checking for a third nipple in those dirty-ass glasses.”