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“Yeah, well,” I say, “I thought about taking a video of myself giving you a lap dance, but I don’t have anything to mount your phone on, so this was the next best thing.” “I will happily go back into the woods, find some sticks, and build you a tripod, Daphne,” he says.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story

“There are a few things for sure that I know I want in here,” I said. Ada nodded, waiting. “My mom was a painter. A brilliant painter, really. We have stacks of her paintings in the attic. They’ve been covered for so long, and I think”—I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but that fucker wouldn’t budge—“I think she would be happy to have them here.”
― Lyla Sage, Swift and Saddled

“I’ll come,” I said. “But I’m definitely bringing up rocks to Maggie.” “You’re sick and twisted, January Andrews,” Gus said. “That’s what I love about you.” My stomach dipped and rose higher than it had started out. “Oh, that’s what it is.” “Well,” he said. “One thing. It seemed too crass to invite you to my aunts’ house and then bring up your ass.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“Claire,” he said huskily, “I want our child. You’re the most important thing in the world to me. I want you to be happy, above all else, but I want … well, I want to keep you to myself. I’m afraid a child from outside, one we had no real relationship with, would seem an intruder, and I’d resent it. But to be able to give you a child, see it grow in you, see it born … then I’d feel as though it were more an … extension of you, perhaps. And me. A real part of the family.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander