What is the word for this kind of underwear? Boxings? Something like that? I cannot think of it.”
“Boxings? Oh, god, Rania. That’s funny. Boxers. They’re called boxers, sweetheart.
You are so beautiful. Do you know that?”
“I know that men think – “
“Man. One man. Me. I’m all that matters. No one else can have you. You’re mine.
Such awful timing. There’s a dead man in the bathroom, and I’m trying not to kiss Rania. What the fuck is wrong with you, Hunter?
Jasinda WilderBaby? I am not a baby.”
“No, I know. It’s…a term of endearment. It’s like ‘honey’ or ‘sweetie’. It just means I love you.”
“If you say so, but it is strange, to call the woman you love as a baby. But then, Americans are strange.
I am not Sabah. I am Rania. And I feel.”
“Good. No more Sabah. Only Rania.
I'm in battle mode. Shut down. Hard. I'm not Hunter anymore. I'm Lance Corporal Lee, USMC. Semper Fi, bitches.
Jasinda WilderThe elevator dinged again, letting them off on their floor. As they exited, Chase still pressed against Jamie's front, they heard the man on the elevator mumble, "Damn kids. Smells like sex in here.
Jasinda WilderI know most people would say we're just kids, or to young too know what love is. But screw that. I've known you my whole entire life. We have shared everything together.
Jasinda WilderI cry, because I know what I felt from him, even if I cannot and dare not allow it be named.
Jasinda WilderEmpty Sex is like Pringles: You can eat million of them, but they never really fill you up. If you want to be truly satisfied, you have to eat real food.
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