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1 " I’m a fucking adult. I can eat a cookie before dinner if I want to.” Sure, keep telling yourself that. Knowing if his mother had been alive, she would have scolded him, he tiptoed to the airtight container and took out one cookie. Come on, one little frosted cookie wouldn’t hurt. He hesitated, and then he grabbed a second cookie in case the first didn’t take the edge off. He bit down into the sugary goodness and groaned. Hell, yeah, this is better than sex. He choked on the last bit of cookie and grabbed his beer to wash it down. Fuck, he needed to get laid if a cookie was better than sex. How long had it been? "
― Carrie Ann Ryan ,
2 " What did I say about interrupting?” “You're cute when you're feisty.” “I swear to God when men say something so degrading, I just want to slap the hell out of them. You're very, very lucky that I'm here to help you and not to kill you.” “So, you're an elf assassin now, are you?” “Oh, peppermint balls! "