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“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

“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

“But then someone told me that rule doesn’t apply if he’s the rest of your life.”  “Who told you that?” “Holden did. Last week.”
― C.E. Ricci, Caught Stealing