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hocus-pocus, presto chango, fucking alakazam...
“I’ve seen you with and without makeup. I’ve seen you with mascara smeared under your eyes when you were too lazy to wash your face before falling asleep. I’ve seen you wearing a sexy dress, and I’ve seen you in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt stained with tomato juice. You’re beautiful, little one. Always. But now, you’re tired.”
“Don’t even think about getting out of here,” he says, his voice gruff. “Get back to sleep.” “I’m trying, but I need to pee.”
“Who would’ve thought Theo Hayes likes to cuddle?” “No one’s going to believe you.”
“I know the difference,” he dictates casually, “between hard and fast.”
Do you know the difference between don’t stop and keep going?” His darkening eyes, brimming with warmth, spell out mischief. God, it’s good to know I’m getting to him. “Keep going is an encouragement for the guy who can’t find the right spot. Don’t stop is praise for the guy who knows exactly where that spot is.” He runs his hand down my side, stopping on my hip. “Do you know the difference between hold it and hold on?” “Hold it is an order.” I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue. “Hold on is a promise.”
“I flipped the safety on a loaded gun.”
“Someone’s in the house,”
“That was the longest five fucking minutes of my life,”
“You think I’m handsome, Thalia?” I ask, forcing her attention on me, my elbow still casually resting on the bar. “Funny? Interesting?” I take her hand and pull until she takes a step closer. “I believe Vegas is just five hours away. How drunk do I need to get you before you say I do?”

