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“He winks at me and like a fool I gape at him. He’s flirting with you, Tessa, say something, do something. Stop looking at him like you want to jump his bones. Tell him how much he repulses you; tell him you’re not interested. Just do something! “I got new curtains for my room,” I blurt out. What in the name of fudgesicles is wrong with me? Curtains? Why, Tessa, Why?”
― Blair Holden, The Bad Boy's Girl

“He’s rambling. Oh gosh, he looks so cute when he’s all caught up and nervous and rambling. I’ve never ever seen him lose his calm like this and boy, is it adorable. Without thinking I place my hand over his mouth. “Shut up, Cole.” When I’m sure he’s not going to start talking again, I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his cheek. Applying the slightest pressure, I let them linger there for about five seconds before moving away. The dazed and starstruck look on Cole’s face is worth braving my fears. “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll love it,” I whisper before backing off and walking away.”
― Blair Holden, The Bad Boy's Girl

“It’s a good thing, in fact it’s the best news I’ve had all day. You’re mine, Tessie, and if another guy had touched those lips of yours I would lose it right now.”
― Blair Holden, The Bad Boy's Girl

“He’s a dumb ass,” Emilio said to me. “I’m almost finished.”
The second he was out of earshot, Marcus sauntered back up to the bench with stiff, rehearsed swag. Definitely a mirror practicer, that one.
“Why you messin’ with Emilio? What’s up with you and me?” He wiped his hand on his black tank top and held it out, presumably for me to take, at which point we’d presumably climb aboard his moped and ride off into the sunset. Before I could shatter his dreams, Samuel smacked his hand away.
“Keep it movin’,” Samuel said. He nudged him back toward the bikes, but the guy was unfazed.
“She likes me.”
“She thinks you stupid,” Samuel said. “And she right.” Marcus cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips, more dazzling mirror work, and leaned in for another proposition. “When you’re ready to graduate from a boy to a man, you call me.”
“How about I call when you’re ready to graduate from a boy to a man?”
The other guys howled, and just when I decided this game might be kind of fun, Emilio was at the bench, tugging a shirt over his head. “Vamos, princesa.”
― Sarah Ockler, The Book of Broken Hearts