“ Sounds like you kids have some talking to do. I'll be eavesdropping from the kitchen. ”
If I looked like him,” Tara said. “I’d want to have sex with myself. All the time.
~ Jill Shalvis
Sorry,” he said. “Let me drop the belt-“No.” She held on when he would have pulled away. “Don’t. I like it.” Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. “The tool belt turns you on.” “No.” She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. “Little bit.
They say money talks, but all mine ever says is 'good-bye sucker.
Who’s there?”“The scratcher of your itch,” he said.She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?
