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1 " I kind of fantasized about watching you dance. Just for me."Wow. That was totally unexpected too. “Like a striptease?” she asked, slightly confused.He shook his head. “No. More like just what you do in class. But… just for me. And maybe…just wearing something sexy. "
― Samantha Chase , Christmas On Pointe (Silver Bell Falls, #2)
2 " Her body was so slim, so… everything. His hands began to twitch with the need to touch her. Wearing deep purple lace to cover her breasts, she looked so damn perfect. Then she sighed his name. And he was lost "
3 " Dean, Maya’s just a little girl. She has a lot of energy and needs,” his mother went on. “We just can’t give that to her. You’re young and Silver Bell Falls is a wonderful place for her to grow up. "
4 " Dean? Are you okay?” “Huh? What?” “Are you okay?” she repeated, taking a step closer to him. “You sort of zoned out there for a moment and had a strange look on your face.” Before he could second-guess himself or chicken out, he took a step closer – closing the gap between them. “I’m fine,” he said gruffly. “But I need to do this.” And then he lowered his head and claimed her lips with his. "
5 " When she turned toward the couch, Dean motioned for her to sit next to him and Abby’s stomach fluttered. God, what was it about this man that had her feeling so…giddy? She was a grown woman and yet when Dean smiled at her, she felt like a teenage girl with her first crush! She thought she’d be more mature about it at this point in her life but Dean Hughes just had a way of making everything girly in her go on hyper-alert when he was near. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. "
6 " He was just about to move when he felt her kiss his shoulder and his chest. She was curled up against him with her hand resting low on his stomach and clearly, she was waking up. A man could easily get used to this kind of an alarm clock. “Mmm…” she purred against his skin. “Good morning.” It certainly was. “Good morning.” Abby stretched right before she slowly climbed on top of him, straddling him. Yeah, a man could definitely get used to this. "
7 " Slowly he walked into the room. Stalked, actually. That was the primitive side of him, how he felt. She didn’t move. She simply watched him approach. “I was afraid you weren’t coming,” Abby whispered after a moment and Dean caught the double entendre. “Sweetheart, trust me when I say that where you’re concerned, that’s never going to be a problem. "
8 " Sweetheart, wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be. Forever. "
9 " I can’t think of a better way to start my day.” “Get used to it,” he murmured, right before he kissed her. "
10 " Abby,” he signed. “Hmm?” “I have a confession to make.” “Okay,” she said quietly. “I love watching you dance,” he said. Well… that wasn’t what she was expecting. At all. “Really?” He nodded. “I’m actually a little in awe of the way you dance and move and …” He stopped. Abby sat up a little and looked at him. “What? What were you going to say?” “Never mind,” he said shyly and tried to pull her in for another kiss. But her curiosity got the better of her. “Uh-uh. Come on. What were going to say?” Dean signed. Loudly. Rolling onto his back, he flung an arm over his eyes as if he were embarrassed to look at her. “I kind of…dammit.” Another sigh. “I kind of fantasized about watching you dance. Just for me.” Wow. That was totally unexpected too. “Like… a striptease?” she asked, slightly confused. He shook his head. “No. More like just doing what you do in class. But… just for me. And maybe… just wearing something sexy. "
11 " Most men suck at communicating, Abby. Like, they seriously suck at it. I've been married for over thirty years and I can say this with great certainty. "
