Swarni

“He’d sort of expected the silent treatment. Maybe she wasn’t pissed after all.
“Hey, baby, where are you?”
“Why the fuck do you care?”
No, she was definitely pissed.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wicked Cravings

“No, I’m done! I’m tired, I’m sweaty, I’m in agony, and why do I feel like I need to shit?”
“It’s totally natural to feel that way,” said Grace in a placatory, calming voice. “Some women even have one during labor.”
“What?” The word dripped with horror. “Women can shit when they’re in labor? Tell me that won’t happen to me! Don’t you let me shit, Grace!”
― Suzanne Wright, Wicked Cravings

“Wanna go to bed and play doctors?”
Chuckling, she punched his arm. “No, I don’t.”
“Sorry, that was immature. How about playing gynecologists?”
Again, she chuckled.
“I would, but lunch is calling my name loud and clear.”
“Baby, I’ll call your name as loud and clear as you want.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wicked Cravings

“You’re not a bad person,” she told him, knowing where his thoughts had taken him. “I’m not saying you’re perfect. You’re cocky and a know-it-all and you’re addicted to working. But you’ve got a nice big dick and great bedroom skills, so I’m willing to overlook all that.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wicked Cravings