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"so he’s super strong and she sets things ablaze. dream team if you ask me!! 🤷🏻♀️" — Jan 19, 2026 08:17AM
"so he’s super strong and she sets things ablaze. dream team if you ask me!! 🤷🏻♀️" — Jan 19, 2026 08:17AM
We’re going to kill them with kindness.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “We’re going to bury them with our sparkling personalities.” “This is morbid. You always take this analogy too far.” “Once they see how passionate we are?” I put my fist to
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“I think I would have been delusional to think I could ever get this lucky.”
― The Unhoneymooners
― The Unhoneymooners
“You're always beautiful”
― The Hating Game
― The Hating Game
“He taps my window to make me lock the door.”
― The Hating Game
― The Hating Game
“The first smile Joshua's ever had in my presence is pressed against my lips.”
― The Hating Game
― The Hating Game
“Helen wriggled in protest as his hand stole to the back of her skirts. She was wearing a ready-made traveling dress, which fit nicely after a few minor alterations made by one of Mrs. Allenby’s assistants. It was a simple design of light blue silk and cashmere, with a smart little waist-jacket. There was no bustle, and the skirts had been drawn back snugly to reveal the shape of her body. The skirts descended in a pretty fall of folds and pleats, with a large decorative bow placed high on her posterior. To her vexation, Rhys wouldn’t leave the bow alone. He was positively mesmerized by it. Every time she turned her back to him, she could feel him playing with it.
“Rhys, don’t!”
“I can’t help it. It calls to me.”
“You’ve seen bows on dresses before.”
“But not there. And not on you.” Reluctantly Rhys let go of her and pulled out his pocket watch. “The train should have departed by now. We’re five minutes late.”
“What are you in a rush for?” she asked.
“Bed,” came his succinct reply.
Helen smiled. She stood on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “We have a lifetime of nights together.”
“Aye, and we’ve already missed too many of them.”
Helen turned and bent to pick up her small valise, which had been set on the floor. At the same time, she heard the sound of fabric ripping.
Before Helen had straightened and twisted to look at the back of her skirts, she already knew what had happened. The bow hung limply, at least half of its stitches torn.
Meeting her indignant glance, Rhys looked as sheepish as a schoolboy caught with a stolen apple. “I didn’t know you were going to bend over.”
“What am I going to say to the lady’s maid when she sees this?”
He considered that for a moment. “Alas?” he suggested.
Helen’s lips quivered with unwilling amusement.”
― Marrying Winterborne
“Rhys, don’t!”
“I can’t help it. It calls to me.”
“You’ve seen bows on dresses before.”
“But not there. And not on you.” Reluctantly Rhys let go of her and pulled out his pocket watch. “The train should have departed by now. We’re five minutes late.”
“What are you in a rush for?” she asked.
“Bed,” came his succinct reply.
Helen smiled. She stood on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “We have a lifetime of nights together.”
“Aye, and we’ve already missed too many of them.”
Helen turned and bent to pick up her small valise, which had been set on the floor. At the same time, she heard the sound of fabric ripping.
Before Helen had straightened and twisted to look at the back of her skirts, she already knew what had happened. The bow hung limply, at least half of its stitches torn.
Meeting her indignant glance, Rhys looked as sheepish as a schoolboy caught with a stolen apple. “I didn’t know you were going to bend over.”
“What am I going to say to the lady’s maid when she sees this?”
He considered that for a moment. “Alas?” he suggested.
Helen’s lips quivered with unwilling amusement.”
― Marrying Winterborne
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