He was unbelievably hard. Everywhere. He was in control, infinitely stronger, and he wanted me to know it. -Ella

Ah, there’s the governess voice. All stern and disapproving. It makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy.

I-I’m not making advances,” she told him as she flattened herself against his chest. “You’re just an available s-source of heat.” “So you say,” St. Vincent replied lazily, tucking the quilt more tightly around them both. “However, during the past quarter hour you’ve been fondling parts of my anatomy that no one’s ever dared to touch before.” “I v-very much doubt that.” She burrowed even further into the depths of his coat, and added in a muffled voice, “You’ve probably been h-handled more than a hamper at Fortnum and Mason.

Sam was waiting for her,his gaze sweeping over her. "Looks great." "I look like a geek," Lucy said. "I smell like a brewery. And I need a bra." "My dream date.

I was a new person in the same world, which was a lot more difficult than being the same person in a new world.

...she could only wait for someone, something, to free her from the invisible chains that bound her.

One can't help but marvel at the variety of ways that women had devised to make us look like flaming idiots.