Eli is a man who gets right to the point, “Dixie, we’ve played tonsil hockey, the only kind of hockey I like better than ice hockey,” I remind her not so gently. “You think I’d forget you?” Eli is just full of himself, “yeah, and you need a little nuts in your life ,” he says and wiggles his eyebrows, which makes the comment instantly dirty. “Especially if it’s my nuts.” I liked this book, I fell in love with Eli.
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