"Are you trying to tell me that you've never been kissed?" I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. He looked so dubious, and his tone had bordered on insulting. "Yeah. So?" "So, I'm shocked, that's all. You're...you." In-sul-ting. "Me?" I asked stiffly. "Yeah. Hot," he said. Wait. Me? Hot? He laughed down at me. "No one's told you that, either, have they?" I could only shake my head. "You've clearly been hanging around idiots."
Gena ShowalterCome on, baby.โ Paris combed his fingers through her hair. โLook past my terrible personality and hideous looks and throw me a bone. Teach me how to woo you properly.โ She snorted. โIโd argue the hideous looks part.โ โBut not the terrible personality? Ouch. That hurts, baby.
Gena ShowalterWhat Strider thinks of himself "He was too intense, too jaded, too warped and too...everything for most women to take for long. But so what. He was made of awesome. Anyone who couldn't see that wasn't smart enough to be with him, anyway.
Gena ShowalterHe gave her what no one else had ever been able to give. A past to cherish. A present to enjoy. A future to anticipate
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