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“I would point out that the Season commenced mere weeks ago, and that is two bed partners I've had, which does not feel insignificant. How many have you -No, don't answer that."

"Twelve."

"Thank you, for that information I specifically requested you not divulge."

It was a lie. He'd has no time for -and no inclination toward- swiving of late. "Which is not so well as I had done by this time last Season. I blame getting shot.”
― J.A. Rock, A Sanctuary for Soulden

“What do your lovers call you?"

"I, uh..." Ash wasn't sure what his own mother called him, with Francis pressing against him and that tongue sliding over and around into his ear. "God.'

"I doubt that." Francis moved to kiss Ash's neck”
― K.J. Charles, The Ruin of Gabriel Ashleigh

“Nate wouldn't say he panicked. Nate would not say he shat his metaphorical pants. Nate would not say those things, but they were still true.”
― Catherine Cloud, Love & Other Inconveniences

“We cannot go to your home. It's not even good enough for rats."

Aumont snorted out a laugh. "Oh, that is untrue, sir! The rats are quite at home there! They are my dearest friends. I was going to knit them little scarves for the winter."

Darling couldn't hold back his own laugh. "You never were!"

"I swear it. I was." Aumont's smile was a rare and wonderful thing, and Darling had so rarely seen it without a sharp tinge of bitterness in the curl of his mouth. "I was going to sit there hunched over like a tricoteuse at the foot of the guillotine, needles clacking together as I made all my little rat scarves."

Darling didn't know whether to laugh again, or to kiss him.

Aumont snapped his twig in half, and mimed knitting. "You're just jealous that I did not offer to knit you one."

"I'm not a rat, sir, and I am not jealous!”
― J.A. Rock, An Affair for Aumont