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

“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

“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

“When is my birthday?”
He stared at me.
“See?”
“March third, Muffin.”
What in the hell?
“See?” he mocked me.
Who was this man and where was the Aiden I knew?
“How old am I?” I kept going hesitantly.
“Twenty-six.”
“How do you know this?” I asked him slowly.
“I pay attention,” The Wall of Winnipeg stated.”
― Mariana Zapata, The Wall of Winnipeg and Me