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“If I express an interest in Giotto and yarn bombing, Bach and Lady Gaga, I am well-rounded. But if I read Thomas Mann and Harlequin…I must be slipping.”
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“You just flew here from Paris to bring me a coffee?” I ask in the same language. I bring the hot container to my lips and let my eyes drift nearly closed when the smell reaches me. “What can I say?” He shrugs with a guilty smile. “I am impatient and spoiled. What’s the point of having my own plane if I can’t get on it in the middle of the night to bring you coffee?”
― Roulette
― Roulette
“Everything about that year was perfect. The sun, the earth, the grapes, the wind. Too many pieces of the puzzle to even imagine. All in perfect harmony. Even if you forget about the vintage or the cost or any of that, you can tell when something is special, yes?”
― Roulette
― Roulette
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Some man begging for your forgiveness.” His words sound edgy, and I don’t reply for a few seconds.”
― Roulette
― Roulette
“I see Rome, staring at me, lifting his flute of champagne, and toasting me from across the enchanted courtyard.”
― Roulette
― Roulette
“The voice. The voice is the problem. He works it like an instrument. "Okay, see that right there? All the suggestive sexiness and double-entendre-ing? Enough with that." I try to sound full of conviction.
"Why? It's fun. And I knew it would be even more fun in person."
"Fun?"
"Yeah. Fun. Remember your long-lost friend Fun?”
― Roulette
"Why? It's fun. And I knew it would be even more fun in person."
"Fun?"
"Yeah. Fun. Remember your long-lost friend Fun?”
― Roulette
“I always feel better when my mother doesn’t understand me at all. That usually means I’m doing something most people would consider rational.”
― Roulette
― Roulette
“He slams his lips into mine and uses his free hand to press into the small of my back and push me against him, against his . . . oh, god. He’s so turned on and we’re under the stars in Provence and it’s so tender and hot all at once and . . .”
― Roulette
― Roulette





