This book was a toss up for me I didn't really love it, but I didn't really hate it. I mean you could tell that Dorian liked Clover, I mean the girl really blew his fancy, "beneath I wore no panties. They had been wet and I hadn't wanted to take yet another thing from the store. He growled. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up." I mean Dorian is a passionate boy, "I cried out, gripping his hands tight. He squeezed back when my orgasm hit me. "That's my girl," he said." I mean really passionate, "Jesus, Clover," he gasped. "eff." And then he was coming too. His fingers never letting up as he held my skin. Gripped me tight. Made me his." And when the boy does wrong he knows, and he redeems himself, "you deserved better than that. Me showing up there like that. Leaving you notes like a teenager. Passing out on your rug. Writing in lipstick on your mirror."
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