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" Socks?" he asks, seeming amused. "How is sex like socks?" I laugh a little, my crimson burn stinging my cheeks a little more. "Well, if you lived your whole life without socks, your feet would be just fine. You wouldn't know the difference. But, once you've had socks and felt their comfort in hard shoes, warmth in cold weather, and softness against the harsh floor, then you become a little spoiled, and you notice when they're gone. You want socks again… a lot." He roars out his laughter, his seriousness broken, and then he shakes his head. "
― C.M. Owens , Blood's Fury (Deadly Beauties, #1)