Kyle is just so sweet, “I was hot for you the moment I saw you sitting on that barstool all alone, murdering olives with a toothpick.” I mean the man is like a caveman, “my shirt. My icing. My come. Is it wrong to admit how hot it is knowing I’m the one who wrecked you?” Sometimes for his well-being Kyle has to placate his woman, "Kyle nodded. It seemed like the right thing to do, given the situation and her temporary possession by the devil, ... “I know, I’m sorry.” I liked this book, I loved Kyle.
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