Oh Stefan, "well, Paris was good for something." His eyes glittered with amusement, but his breathing still wasn't steady. "Our kitten grew claws." The boy has trouble saying some things out loud but other times he has no problems stating what's on his mind, "protect you? That's a joke. You need protection from me, Jem. I have business being around you." That last bit came out so savagely that she shrank back. "I can't keep my hands off you for fifteen minutes in a row." Sometimes wrong things come out of his mouth, "yeah?" He had no good argument for that, but he still heard himself say, "well, you aren't on of my girlfriends, are you?" He heard the sharp intake of breath and felt it hit his gut as he realized she'd completely misunderstood." I think Stefan has a little attitude problem, "what?" he demanded sharply, turning suddenly in his seat when he braked at a red light. "Buy a hot car for my smoking hot fiancee so I can pin her to the hood she wears her eff-me shoes and black stockings with bows?" Once the crap is all worked out Jen loves to tease her man:
"I'm sorry," Jen looked at him blankly. "Were you saying something?" she asked, reaching up to run her fingers down his chest, tracing a line under his pecs and down his abdomen. "I was distracted."
He caught her hand before it could reach his waistband. "Seriously. Tea. Now."
I liked reading this book, there were times that I wanted to kick Stefan in the balls.
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