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" Right.” I watch him press his lips together, then get to his feet. He jumps up and down on the spot, rolling his shoulders and tilting his head side to side as if he’s gearing up for something. “I got this,” he whispers… to himself. My eyes narrow as I watch him, confusion clouding my brain. “I got this,” he says again and then flops back down on the chair. “Ava,” he deadpans. I eye him sideways. “Trevor?” “When a man ejaculates—” “Oh, my God, NO!” I throw my pillow at his head. “Get out! "
― Jay McLean , Heartache and Hope (Heartache Duet, #1)
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" And that wetness on my chin? Fucking drool! I pull away, mortified, only to see my spit all over Connor’s arm. “Oh, my God!” I use my sleeve to wipe his arm. “I can’t believe I drooled all over your—” “Weenus,” he interrupts. I’m too humiliated to look at him as I scrub, scrub, scrub. “What?” “Weenus,” he repeats. “That bit of loose skin on an elbow is called a weenus.” “It is not!” I tell him, inspecting his elbow closer, making sure I got everything. “It is. It’s called a weenus.” “Stop saying weenus.” He laughs. “Can I have my weenus back now?” I release his arm and wipe my chin, then finally look over at him. He’s rotating his shoulder as if he’d been in the same position for hours. I look at my watch. “Oh, my God, Connor!” I practically squeal. “You let me drool all over your weenus for three hours?!” He busts out a laugh. “Say it again but whisper it seductively. "
― Jay McLean , Heartache and Hope (Heartache Duet, #1)
