" Climbing into his lap. Kissing his neck. Finding out how happy his trail actually is, all the way down to his… I take a sip of wine to occupy my hands and my tongue, guiltily glancing away. Collin laughs. “You dirty, dirty pervert.” “What?” It’s on the tip of my tongue to point out that, as a romance writer, it’s practically my job to picture him naked. "

― Sara Ney , Things Liars Hide (#ThreeLittleLies, #2)