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She says breathlessly. A low snarl departs from between my lips, "That's the biggest load of bok [shit] I have ever heard, Mrs Burak." I mutter. "You light up every room you walk into, and it makes me delirious with jealousy," I admit unashamedly.

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‘I’m not sure I want answers. I huffed. ‘Too bad.’ Then I opened the book. As I perused the book, Emrae went quiet in my head, and something went still inside me. Several lines, quotes from many Chapters jumped out at me from the old yellow pages, giving me the answers I knew I wouldn’t like.

My heart could burst. "You, are so incredibly sweet" I mumble gently against his lips, still humming from my rather frenzied kiss. Rhodes's shy smile sends a warmth through my chest as we walk into the tiny bookstore, about as narrow as my apartment back home in London . It's walls are packed full of books and wildly beautiful quotes from underrated authors, I end up with a large stack of books in my arms secured by my chin as we finish touring the place. The whole time Rhodes stands beside me, pointing out books with amusing titles or a cool poster hanging high up on the wall.

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

Léon My mouth finds her, full, open, burning. I taste her, truly, for the first time. Without barrier. Her pure, complex, intoxicating essence. I drink her. My tongue explores every fold, every secret recess, finds the nerve center, pulsing, and lingers there with delicate cruelty. I eat her. As one consumes an offering. With devotion and voracity.

"What?" "You smell and taste the spices." "Do you like spices? Luke asked apprehensively. Was she telling him that she dislikes his taste? Does that mean what just happened won't happen again? He was still hard and ready! Miya smiled. "I love spices. I can’t possibly have enough of a meal without them." Just like you. Luke released the breath he was holding. "What you did just now. It was amazing." "I'm glad lI made you feel good." It was beyond good.

Scarlet “I swear to you, it burned my mouth,” Quinn says, and we both laugh. “I told Archer I would never go down on him again if he eats spicy food. I know he likes it, but for the sake of a blow job he’ll give it—what the fuck?” She grabs my arm and comes to a dead stop.

“Why does this crap always happen to me?” “Because you have the mouth of a sailor and the impulse control of a raccoon in a candy store,” she replied, dead serious. “Okay, rude. But accurate.” She suddenly snapped her fingers like she’d just solved world peace. “Wait! What if you say you were quoting Shakespeare?” I stared. “Shakespeare. And what play, exactly, has the line ‘Fuck you, shit’ in rapid-fire succession?” She shrugged. “A modern interpretation?” “I’m gonna modernly interpret my foot into your shin.”

He’s just fishing around for an answer. But I’m not biting. I’m not going to take his bait. “None of your business,” I repeated, absently taking a sip of the offered beverage. It was spicy, but in a good way, warming me all the way down to my stomach. “This is good,” I said aloud as I took another sip. “Very good.”