Jesse gives some interesting compliments, “I’m not lying. You know you looked good. You strutted away from me like you were effing Beyonce.” Jesse is so blunt, “I’m not effing anyone while I’m effing you. And you…” I kissed her again, getting into it. “No dates. No dressing up in those jeans for other guys.” I loved this book, Jesse was so broody.
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