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1 " Roan rested his forehead against his and put a hand on his chest. Sweet man, one he didn’tdeserve. “I’m sorry.”“For what?”“The insanity that is my life. Me.”“Hey, I signed up for this ride. I knew from past experience that sexy men were always trouble,and it wasn’t like your reputation didn’t precede you. I have no one to blame but myself.”“You think I’m sexy?”“Don’t fish for compliments. "
― Andrea Speed , Lesser Evils (Infected #6)
2 " It’s an expensive place. The cheapest salad is twenty-five dollars.”“I hope that comes with extra croutons and a hand job. "
3 " Did you kiss me?”“What? Why would you think that?” His smirking face seemed to give nothing away.“You bastard! Who cops a feel on an unconscious man?”“Not me. I like my feelees conscious. "
4 " When was the last time you were with a man? In the Biblical sense.""I thought the Bible frowned on that."That made him chuckle. "You're talking to a preacher's son here. The Bible frowns on many things, and yet seems good on slavery and selling your daughters, so I'm thinking it's schizophrenic at best. "
5 " There’s nothing to give away. I get so exhausted being what people want me to be that when I’m on my own, I enjoy being nothing to no one. You have no idea how tiring it is always being someone else. "
6 " Shit was getting to Roan, but it was getting to Dylan too. Everyone just needed a hug and possibly some quaaludes, but hey, who was he to judge? "
