Martina

“You and I are inevitable, and you know it. We always have been. Gasoline and fire, remember?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Point of Origin

“Nope. I barely cracked the bottle. Want to taste my breath to make sure?” His eyes sparked, the gold flecks in the hazel catching in the streetlight.
“You mean smell?” I folded my arms over my chest.
“No, I said what I meant,” he smirked.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Point of Origin

“She immediately pivoted, her finger already wagging. “Knock your shit off, Alex. I’m your kid’s preschool teacher for fuck’s sake.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Point of Origin

“Did you seriously jerk off just now?” I demand.

He nods as if it’s no biggie. “What, you think I can sit through a whole movie with blue balls?”

I gawk at him. “So you can’t have sex with anyone while I’m in the house, but you can go upstairs and do that?”

A wolfish grin stretches his mouth. “I could’ve done it down here, but then you would’ve been too tempted to take over for me. I was trying to be nice.”

It’s hard not to roll my eyes. So I don’t bother fighting the urge. “Trust me, I would have kept my hands to myself.”

“With my cock right there in the open? No way. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself.” He arches a brow. “I have a great cock.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score