Sillylittlefishey

“Yup, that had actually happened. On the floor. Behind an unlocked door at his place of employment.

Shit. Maybe she couldn't handle being a blond, after all.”
― J.R. Ward, Possession

“Did you bake me a cake?” His blue eyes search mine before glancing at my lips.

“I poisoned it.” I give him an innocent smile, batting my lashes. Spending my afternoon baking him a cake just to shove it in his face was totally worth it.

Lifting his hand, he licks the icing off the ends of his tatted fingers. “Hmm. It’s delicious, angel. Poison and all.”
― Shantel Tessier, Chaotic

“Like a good stalker, he already knew how I took my coffee.”
― Jaymin Eve, A Curse of Fate

“There comes a time in every werewolf's life when he is of age to make certain decisions about his future."

I wondered whether, if I threw something at him, it'd distract him enough for me to drag him out of the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder out the window. Cater waved at me. Like an asshole.

"My future," Joe said, "is Ox."

Ah god, that made me ache.

“Is that so?” Mom asked. “How do you figure?”

“He’s really nice,” Joe said seriously. “And smells good. And he makes me happy. And I want to do nothing more than put my mouth on him.”

“Ah well,” Thomas said. "We tried."

"He's our little snowflake," Elizabeth told him.

"You want to do what?" I asked Joe incredulously.

He winced. "I didn't mean to say it like that.” He was sweating much more heavily now as he looked back at my mother.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means I want to provide for him to prove my worth,” Joe said. “And then, once he agrees to be mine, I’ll mount him and then bite him and everyone will see that we belong to each other.”
― T.J. Klune