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" So are you saying you'd turn him away if he knocked on your door tonight?"
"He's not going to knock on my door." But at the thought of it, my entire body warmed.
"But if he did," she pushed. "What would you do?"
"Hmmm. Is he wearing clothes?"
"Let's say he's shirtless."
"Damn. Is his hair doing that thing in the front?"
"Definitely. And he smells good. Like, really good."
"Ugh, that's so annoying." I sighed. "Ideally, I like to think I'd be strong enough to be the first female in his life to resist him." Turning around, I faced her. "Realistically, though, I'd probably think about it for two seconds, then jump his bones."
She cackled with glee. "I knew it. "
― Melanie Harlow , Call Me Crazy (Bellamy Creek, #3)
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" My sweet, brilliant, beautiful Bianca, what can I say but that my life before you was a meaningless, shallow void—in the words of the immortal Edward Cullen, it was ‘an unending, unchanging midnight.’” I paused here to give her a look—who the fuck was Edward Cullen?—and cleared my throat before continuing. “You have brought light into the egotistical and immature darkness that was my soul. I see now that you were always my one true love, and I was just too wrapped up in myself to commit to anyone else. But no longer. To sum up, again I quote Edward Cullen: ‘No measure of time with you will be long enough, but we’ll start with forever.’” I dropped the hand holding the page to my side and gave her an incensed stare, my nostrils flaring with anger. "
― Melanie Harlow , Call Me Crazy (Bellamy Creek, #3)