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1 " When Creep remained prone, Hottie turned to her, nostrils flaring. The unleashed violence stirred something in Eve she didn't understand--something primal. She absently massaged her sore arm, holding Hottie's gaze. He was dangerous and sexy. Is he a knight in shining armor or an asshole in aluminum foil? "
― Anne Lucy-Shanley , Meeting the Past
