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1 " He closes his eyes, but then opens them again a moment later. Then he pushes himself into a sitting position against the headboard, like some kind of sexy phoenix rising from the ashes of the bedclothes. "
― Sarina Bowen , Bombshells (Brooklyn #5; Brooklyn Bruisers #8)
2 " I can’t fucking breathe. Her smile lights up her eyes, which are a warm brown. She is like the living, breathing picture of female perfection.In a goalie’s pads. Fuck me. "
3 " No other man has ever made me feel this way – like it’d walk through fire for just one more kiss. "
4 " We kiss some more, because we can’t seem to stop.“I really like you,” she pants. “I know you’re Mr Casual and everything. I’m not expecting to pick our wedding china. But we--”More kissing.“We’re good together. Don’t even try to pretend it’s not true.”Like that would even work. "
5 " Damn. This thing between us isn’t going to just burn out. I was a fool for thinking I could walk away. "
6 " This is all your father’s fault, of course. May he rest in peace.”“He’s not dead, Ma. I just saw him.”“Well, he should be. That man wrecked us both. "
