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“You love him,” Oakley says, a hint of awe in his voice. “Don’t you?” Leave it to my best friend to see right through me like I’m nothing more than a piece of glass. I bite the inside of my cheek, and before I realize it, I nod. “With every inch of me.”
― C.E. Ricci, Caught Stealing

“Stop. Staring,” he says, his tone flat and direct while his eyes stay locked on his notebook as he continues writing. “Stop. Being. Sexy.” “Kinda something I can’t control, considering I’m not even trying,” he retorts. “Mmm, yeah, you’re right. This is one of those maybe he’s born with it moments.” His gaze lifts from his notebook again. Slower this time, before he cocks his head and blinks at me. “Did you just Maybelline me?” My lips lift in a grin. “Maybe.”
― C.E. Ricci, Caught Stealing

“Waylon taps the mic a couple times, waiting for the crowd to quiet. Smirking, he presses his mouth to where his fingers just were. “Hi.” Annnndddddd there goes my boxers.”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will