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“I make it a habit to always pay attention when a woman speaks to me. It’s the ones who are out of their minds who have the most fascinating and insightful things to say.”
It’s strange to me how many people can see the wonder of a thing and simply accept it, without inquiring why it was made or how it works.
“Men are going to look at you that way whether you like it or not. You can fret and stew about it, or you can turn it into power.”
“No, I wouldn’t call him a friend—it’s much worse than that. He’s family.”
“Nowadays, people call me Sugarplum because I have the same delightful quality as these fruits. I’m deliciously flavored, and I taste different every time.” “You—you mean your personality?” “No.” His lashes lower, hooding his eyes. “I’m not talking about my personality. I’m talking about my cum.”
“She’s the experienced one.” He leans toward me, mischief in his eyes. “But you’re the secret freak, aren’t you, darling?” Closer he bends, inhaling, his lashes drifting shut. “I can smell it on you—the delicate sweetness of your lust. Like melted sugar, sliding between your legs.”
“You can’t take the actions of one and infer the wickedness or unworthiness of all!”
“You, my dearest darling, are someone I’ve only dreamed of meeting. I’m very afraid I won’t be able to let you go back to your world. I think I shall have to keep you here, with me.”
My heart chose you the moment your blood touched me. I can promise to stand between you and every danger if you’ll stay. I fought against it—stars, I fought so hard. This ache, even when you’re near me, because you’re not close enough. I wish I could lose myself entirely in you.
And we are not afraid. Because a love so imperfectly flawless is all the magic we need to dispel fear.
