Nikki

“My sweet lemming,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck and sending glorious spirals of pleasure ping-ponging throughout her body. “You’ve been quiet and that worries me.”

“Why?” she asked, trailing her hand down his banded forearm to entwine her fingers within his.

“Because that means you’re thinking, and a thinking woman is usually something to fear.”
― T.J. Shaw, Caller of Light

“Then, in the spirit of benevolence, "Your face is well balanced." She slapped him encouragingly on the back, "You have very long eyelashes. Like a cow.”
― S.U. Pacat, Captive Prince

“So why are you telling me?"

"Well, for one thing, because I expect that Carnac will try to find some way to mention it, and if I hadn't told you first, you'd be thoroughly pissed off about it when he did."

Warrick said nothing. Well, it had been a fifty-fifty bet which way round would prove more hassle in the end.

"Warrick, if there'd been another way—"

"No, no. I understand. I was merely contemplating the fact that informing me that you had sex with someone else last night—after drugging him—falls under the heading of your being unusually considerate.”
― Manna Francis, First Against the Wall

“I think if I gave you my heart, you would treat it tenderly.”
― C.S. Pacat, Kings Rising