We are your friends. It is the law of friendship that you tell us things you don’t want to tell us.
J. LynnI’m confident enough in my masculinity and sexuality that I can say that Ryan Gosling is just dreamy in this movie.
J. LynnHis lips hovered over hers. “No,” he snarled. Madison wasn’t sure to whom he was talking, but then his mouth was crushing hers, and her world became him—the touch and feel of his lips pressing down, forcing hers to respond. It wasn’t a gentle kiss or a sweet exploration. It was angry and raw, breathtaking and soul burning. Right now, she didn’t want gentle. She wanted hard and fast, him and her, on the floor, even the bear rug, both of them naked and sweating.
J. LynnWhen he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.
J. LynnDo not tell me you don’t know you’re pretty. If so, I’m about to lose all faith in mankind. You don’t want to be responsible for that.
J. LynnWhile the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than that to me.” I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. “Well, that was…really sort of perfect.” “I’m really sort of perfect … Everyone else knows that. You’re just a little slow on the uptake.
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