That’s the beauty of books. We get to take what we want out of them and it can be different for everyone.
Kristen AshleyMots clés golden-trail
You don't need to like me to let me fuck you but since I like you, I'd prefer it that way.
Kristen AshleyMots clés what-the-hell sigh-worthy shock-and-awe
Men understand direct communication. It's bitches who speak in code.
Kristen AshleyMots clés truth-telling
Woman. Buckle
Kristen AshleyMots clés funny-and-random demanding caveman
Then I asked, “Do you lose concentration when a woman you want is in the room?”
“I hope not or tonight we’re fucked.
Baby?” he called and he felt her eyes on him.
“Yeah?” she replied, her sweet voice soft, another tone he was getting used to and this was because the last couple of days it had started to come at him often.
“Do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“In a second, I’m gonna pull over, get out my gun and give it to you. When I do, shoot me with it.”
“What?” she whispered.
“I’m facin’ another hour and a half of your music. I’d rather be dead.”
Silence then, “Shut up.
Mots clés humoe
Honey, you haven’t even kissed me yet.
Kristen AshleyYou can’t cushion me from the entire world, Knight.”
“I can try.
You’re stuck,” I blurted, his grin died and he blinked.
“Come again?”
I swallowed, sucked in breath and forged ahead.
“I was lost but you… Tate, you got stuck,” I told him.
He stared at me and it took a lot but I braved his stare.
Then he asked, “You up for the job of pullin’ me out?”
“I…” I swallowed again. “No,” I answered truthfully.
“No?” he asked, his eyebrows lifting, his face getting dark, his arms
growing tighter.
“I…” I pulled in breath then whispered, “I kinda like it here.
Life happens and I move on,” she returned. “Life just happened and I’m movin’ on.
Kristen AshleyMots clés life
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