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Bad Boyfriend Quotes
Bad Boyfriend
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Lexi Hart540 ratings, 3.75 average rating, 79 reviews
Bad Boyfriend Quotes
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“In one slick move, he shoves his phone in his pocket and grabs me so we’re in front of the cabinet.
His hand slides around the back of my neck, and before I can panic, he kisses me hard.
Momentarily caught off guard, I just throw my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
His kiss deepens until our tongues are twisting together, and I’m reminded of just how great a kisser he is.
The lights flicker on, and Grayson pulls away from me with a grunt. I’m so flustered, it takes me a few seconds to collect myself enough to see a man wearing a suit and a hotel name badge eyeing us.
“Excuse me, Mr. Cole, I’m afraid this office is off-limits for guests,” he says.
I glance at Grayson and have to stop myself from laughing at the shade of my lipstick he’s now wearing.
Grayson doesn’t miss a beat; he just grabs my hand and tugs me across the room.
“I won’t mention this if you don’t,” he says as we pass by the hotel porter.
I try for a sheepish smile as we walk past him. “Sorry,” I mouth.
As we make it out to the hallway, a half-smothered giggle escapes before I can stop it. “You should probably go to the men’s room before you go back to the party.”
A smile creases his lipstick-smeared mouth before he swipes his hand over it. “Yeah. This isn’t really my shade.”
I
snort a laugh and try to laugh off the kiss. But as I head back to the party, I’m well aware that kiss has only stirred a desire for another one.
Not only that but as I pull my mirror out to check my own face, I realize something I didn’t in the heat of the moment.
There was nothing fake about that kiss.”
― Bad Boyfriend
His hand slides around the back of my neck, and before I can panic, he kisses me hard.
Momentarily caught off guard, I just throw my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
His kiss deepens until our tongues are twisting together, and I’m reminded of just how great a kisser he is.
The lights flicker on, and Grayson pulls away from me with a grunt. I’m so flustered, it takes me a few seconds to collect myself enough to see a man wearing a suit and a hotel name badge eyeing us.
“Excuse me, Mr. Cole, I’m afraid this office is off-limits for guests,” he says.
I glance at Grayson and have to stop myself from laughing at the shade of my lipstick he’s now wearing.
Grayson doesn’t miss a beat; he just grabs my hand and tugs me across the room.
“I won’t mention this if you don’t,” he says as we pass by the hotel porter.
I try for a sheepish smile as we walk past him. “Sorry,” I mouth.
As we make it out to the hallway, a half-smothered giggle escapes before I can stop it. “You should probably go to the men’s room before you go back to the party.”
A smile creases his lipstick-smeared mouth before he swipes his hand over it. “Yeah. This isn’t really my shade.”
I
snort a laugh and try to laugh off the kiss. But as I head back to the party, I’m well aware that kiss has only stirred a desire for another one.
Not only that but as I pull my mirror out to check my own face, I realize something I didn’t in the heat of the moment.
There was nothing fake about that kiss.”
― Bad Boyfriend
