Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. "Thatโs what I was supposed to say..." he gasped out. Those were his last words.
Richelle MeadWeโre suckers for this, Sydney. Men. Youโve got me completely helpless right now. Youโre so beautiful and alluring, and we guys canโt help ourselves. We fight wars for you, cajole you . . . and you put up with us. We have it easy here in bed.โ She turned my face toward hers. โThis wasnโt exactly difficult for me.โ โBut we still have it easy. Youโre the strength, the pillars . . . our defenders, our childrenโs defenders.
Richelle MeadThat's pretty hot," he said. "Punching me in the eye?" "Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports." "I'm sure you are.
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