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My breath shuddered out of me. "Favorite color?" "Red," I breathed. A dark chuckle. "Not surprised. You do know how to bite." His lips brushed the sensitive spot below my ear, and I shuddered. "Favorite movie?" "I do not have one." "Favorite book?" His hands moved over my hips, shaping the curve of my ass, then slid back up to tease the underside of my breasts like he was testing what made me react. "Jane Austen," I gasped. "Pride and Prejudice."

That had been true about her from the first time I set my eyes on her. “There's a question I have been meaning to ask you.” She wiped her mouth with the napkin, her brow raised. “Sure, you can ask it.” “Is (Naughty Nathan) your favorite book?” Shifting so one leg was bent under the other, she faced me, her elbow on the console, chin on her fist, settling in to talk about the book. “Goddess Hedone is my favorite writer, the book is up there too.” “So you named your son after the main character?”

"Watch some television! Play some video games! Do something fun, but not strenuous." "Umm... I've been wanting to get caught up on my reading," she mused. "Oh, yeah?" I asked, putting everything away. "So, who are your favorite authors?" She shrugged. "William Faulkner, William Shakespeare, Tennessee Williams, John Steinbeck--"

Cara says, and smile, because I read it, loved it. "Sinner Consumed and Sinner Condemed was my favorite." Danielle says, crossing her legs. "I mean, who wouldn't like Rafael Viscounti." I grin. "I think Gabe and Wren story would be the best, my favorite color is morally grey." Violet winks and we laugh. "Read it twice." I admit and Cara gasps. "You can't, you'll get addicted." "Too late for that." Dee says and I laugh. "There's this boy at work, you'd be perfect for each other." I say to her, and she frowns.

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I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store "Jane Austin again!" Lexi laughs. "look she kinda ruled the classics era, you know," I say with a shrug. I take a look at the books Lexi was caressing a minute back." any good read in the modern romance?" I point at the books assembled in the rack right in front of her. "oh yeah, I am a big collen hover fan. I mean verity and ugly love are my favorites of all," she reaches for a book and hands it over to me.

I replied, "but I’ve never been one to watch the way horses walk. It's not my thing. Maybe it’s yours." She playfully gave me the finger and kept talking. "When I was younger, my favorite books were the Chestnut Hill series! Well, not my favorites of all time—that was definitely Nancy Drew." "Fuck Nancy Drew!" I didn't realize I’d said it out loud until she slapped my arm and frowned. "Nancy Drew will forever be the best mystery series, hands down. It’s iconic." "Okay, crazy lady. But I think the Hardy Boys were much better. Nancy Drew always has the same storyline. You can predict exactly what’s going to happen. There’s never anything new."

“Okay, so my favorite author is Tom Clancy. His early stuff is really good, but he got increasingly self-indulgent with his later novels.” “One of his earlier novels, then,” I said. Andre looked legitimately excited now. “There are three options, all of which are great. His best written novels are probably Hunt for Red October or Clear and Present Danger.” “I didn’t ask for the best written,” I clarified. “I asked for your favorite book.” He grinned widely. “I’m glad you made that distinction, because my favorite book of his is Red Storm Rising. It’s the second book he published.” “It’s not a depressing book about nuclear war, is it?”

Though all their judgements were on me, I felt safe and as if I was in a fantasy world. Our last stop, our favorite café, It has some of the best waffles and coffee. It’s a perfect day, which is an understatement. He would look at me and my eyes would glimmer. My world felt complete with him by my side. This was my everyday life. It was almost our birthday and I was kind of nervous. That day was November 16th, we ended it with eating ice cream while sitting, looking at the stars. I loved him, but is it one-sided? All I can say is, I did everything to be enough for him.

I beamed, thrilled to be discussing something I was pretty familiar with another person. "Your all-time favourite?" "Ugh, I don't have favourites. I could narrow them down to the three I enjoyed the most. That's if it's okay with you." "More than ok" "I think they would be... Icebreaker, Do over, and It ends with us." "I know all three books. You have a nice taste for good books!" "Thank you," I said, trying my best to be very modest. "What is your most memorable project?" "Project?"