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1 " I don’t understand. Everything seemed fine until—” “I saw where you sleep.” I blinked, utterly confused. “Come on, GQ. We both know that’s where I’ll end up if I move in here. "
― Ella Frank , Wicked Heat (Chicago Heat, #1)
2 " He deserves better than someone like me, Jon. He deserves the knight in shining armor. Not the poor street rat. "
3 " The fabric of his sweats stretched tight across his phenomenal ass, and for a moment I lost my train of thought. "
4 " It’s time to stop punishing yourself for things that are out of your control, Jameson. "
5 " You said you wouldn’t end up in my bed, so I decided to sleep somewhere else. Come find me. I’ll be waiting. "
6 " anyone who looks as mopey as you over a non-text has a boyfriend. "
7 " If you ever want to talk about it—” “I won’t.” “But if you ever do, I’ll be here.” Olsen stood and shoved his chair in, then he clapped me on the shoulder and said by my ear, “You can’t avoid relationships forever, with your roommate or your crew. "
8 " When she plowed into me, I grabbed her upper arms, halting her. She stumbled and fell forward, and when she looked up, her black hair fell back from her face, and I found myself staring at my sister. “Jameson?” “Amy? "
9 " Ryan smiled, and my entire body reacted like the two were hard-wired to one another. "
10 " Fuck. The guy was gorgeous. With full lips and a masculine jaw line covered in stubble the same color as the chestnut strands on his head, he had a classic, handsome look about him. A sophisticated sexiness that had nothing to do with the designer outfit he wore, and everything to do with his broad shoulders and Roman-like features. "
11 " You need to go home. You’re too soft around the edges for someone like me. "
12 " one minute I was running through the list of ways to get rid of Mr. Sleazeball, and the next Jameson was playing with my suspenders. "
13 " Did I mention he rides a motorcycle?” “No, you didn't.” Jude grinned and pointed at me. “You dirty little slut. "
14 " Maybe he didn’t want your money?” I rolled my eyes. “Well, he didn’t want my body either. Trust me, I all but threw it at him. "
15 " No, you smell good enough to fucking eat, which is even worse.” His eyes snapped open, and the wicked heat swirling in the dark depths made me clutch at the frame behind me. “Follow me. We’ll start with the truck. "