Phelicia Dyett

“Make a wish, Knight.” His eyes then moved, roaming my face, down my body, the cake, more of me then back to my eyes. “Honey, the candles are gonna burn out,” I prompted on a grin. “Let ‘em,” he replied. “Got nothin’ I want. Everything I want is standing right in front of me.”
― Kristen Ashley, Knight

“Um, I don’t know your name but -”
“Knight,”
“Right, Mr. Knight-”
“No, Knight.”
“That’s what I said, Knight. Now, Mr. Knight-”
“No, not Mr. Knight. Knight. My name is Knight.”
“Your Christian name is Knight?”
“If that means first name, yeah.”
“With a ‘K’?”
“Yeah, babe, with a ‘K’.”
“That’s an unusual name.”
“Yeah.”
“I kind of like it.”
“I can die happy.”
― Kristen Ashley, Knight

“Babe, you’re standing in my arm, in my house, drinking my wine after agreeing in the kitchen.” “I haven’t even sipped the wine,” I pointed out. His lips twitched. Twitched! I made Knight Sebring’s lips twitch! “Right, well, you will,” he muttered. “And I didn’t agree to anything,” I went on. Another lip twitch. Then a repeated, “Right, well, you will.”
― Kristen Ashley, Knight