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“And how many women have you cooked this meal for?” I lean against the edge of the counter and cross my feet at the ankles. “Three dozen?” “Just you. Only my wife gets to experience the Sullivan Sauce.”
― Chelsea Curto, Power Play

“I don’t just like you. I fucking—” Shaking his head”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“You think I’m perfect?” I put down my menu and stare into his eyes. His bright smile hits me straight in the chest, my heartbeat quickening while blood rushes toward my cheeks. “More like someone sent from the gates of heaven to tempt me,” he grumbles under his breath, low enough for only me to hear.”
― Lauren Asher, Collided

“The fuck did you just say to her?” Bash’s voice is cold as ice from across the table.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Card