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“Wholly.” His eyes burned into mine and he said, “When you’re in the room, every single cell in my body—every nerve, every muscle, every breath—is lost in you.”

I might cry

“So when you say ‘stroking your beard,’ you actually mean that you’re touching your pathetic little chin hairs, right?”
“Now, come on, Bay, no need to get nasty,” he said, and I liked the way his voice sounded when I could tell he was smiling. “Those hairs are concrete evidence of an impending beard.”
“Doubtful,” I teased.

IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR this is too funny

I'm losing my fucking mind

They're my favorite

Eating this up