Sandra

“Luc scored forty and slapped the darts in her palm. “The light sucks in here.”
“No.” She smiles and took great pleasure in announcing, “You suck.”
His gaze narrowed.
Weeks of anger and hurt poured out of her and she said, louder than she’d intended, “And worse – you’re a whiner.”
A collective intake of breath caught their attention and she and Luc turned and looked at the guys watching a few feet away.
“Lucky’s gonna kill Sharky,” Sutter predicted from the sidelines.
By taut agreement they both went to their respective corners. Jane shot and scored sixty-five. Luc scored thirty-four.
“Now remind me. Why do they call you Lucky?” she asked as she reached for the darts.
He pulled them back out of her reach as a slow, purely licentious smile curved his mouth. A smile that told her he was remembering her on her knees kissing his tattoo. “I’m sure if you think long and hard, you’ll remember the answer to that.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Some things just aren’t that memorable.”
― Rachel Gibson, See Jane Score

“I can’t promise you that we won’t argue or fight or disagree like we did last night. I can’t promise you any of these things, but I can promise you, on the record,” he said, with that beautiful Hayden smile, “that I’ll always be here and I’ll never let go. I am not a perfect man, but I’ll always be yours, imperfections and all, if you’ll have me.”
― K.A. Linde, On the Record

“The other night when I walked by and saw you in the media lounge, I fantasized about throwing you up on the table and doing you right there on top of the dessert trays.”
“Sounds ... messy.”
“And fun. I thought about all the interesting places I’d get to lick you clean.”
She sounded as if she were holding her breath when she said, “I thought you don’t eat sugar.”
He laughed. “I want to eat yours,” he said as he kissed the crook of her neck. “Does that shock you, little Jane?”
― Rachel Gibson, See Jane Score

“It doesn't matter. I have books, new books, and I can bear anything as long as there are books.”
― Jo Walton, Among Others