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“Did the light go out in your room?"

"You're so funny." I rolled my eyes so he knew how irritating I thought he was. "Dummy.”
― Mariana Zapata, The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

“You like waffles, root beer, and Dr. Pepper. You only drink light beer. You put cinnamon in your coffee. You eat too much cheese. Your left knee always aches. You have three sisters I hope I never meet and one brother. You were born in El Paso. You’re obsessed with your work. You start picking at the corner of your eye when you feel uncomfortable or fool around with your glasses. You can’t see things up close, and you’re terrified of the dark.” He raised those thick eyebrows. “Anything else?”
― Mariana Zapata, The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

“Dominic considered the problem. “I should punch him.” She looked absolutely thrilled. “Could you?” “Of course I could,” he said, vaguely offended. He held up a hand. Fisted it. “I have hands.” He turned his wrist to examine his fist from multiple angles. It was very satisfactory. “Big ones.” “Yes, you do.” In the dim light, Sylvie’s wide eyes looked more black than hazel. “Huge. I’ve noticed that before.” The last words dropped, low and husky. Sexy. “Have you?” Deep. Gravelly. She nodded solemnly and put her fingers back over his, and they studied the result. “Your hand is quite small,” he had to point out.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“Sylvie,” he said. “I need help.” She looked back silently. And her fingers moved to interlock with his.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal