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" And your words …”
“Tell me about my words.”
“They make me crazy.”
“Which ones, specifically?”
“All of them. Any of them.”
“So mostly 'and', and 'when', and 'if'.”
It’s another challenge, ten hurdles high. I can clear it, though. I can.
“No. Mostly 'sex' and 'pleasure' and the way you just said 'wet'.”
“Like it excites me.”
“Yes. Exactly, yes.”
“Like I want you to tell me all about that slippery seam between your legs, and how eager you must be to have someone lick their way over it.”
“Oh, God, yes.”
“And how I would, if I were there. I’d kiss your pussy until you forgot every little sliver of that restraint, play with your nipples to make them so pretty and stiff, slide my fingers inside you just as I think you might be doing now. Are you? "
― Charlotte Stein , Run to You
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" You know, there’s nothing you could tell me that would change my mind about you.”
“That’s ‘cause you know me now, June. You don’t ever want to know about me then. I don’t want to know about me then.”
“Think I would have ever ripped my back open on barbed wire to get away from you?”
“No—no, Jesus, June. Are you crazy? I could never, I could never—”
“Then I’m okay knowing you, whenever. I don’t care what you say—you’re a good guy. You’re the best kind of guy. The things you’ve done for me, I—”
She couldn’t speak, then. The glow was almost completely gone—it would never return if she started bawling.
“Hey, hey—okay. Okay, baby. It’s okay. "
― Charlotte Stein , Reawakening (Forever Dead, #1)