Blake is up for whatever where his girl is concerned, “now, if you do want to feel me up, I won’t complain. At all.” Blake sometimes tends to just spit things out, "...Lying in bed I smell that cocoa butter or whatever it is you wear, and I wish like hell I knew what it was so I could buy some.” sometimes a girl just wants greasy food, “Pizza is fine; no salad. Did you order a large?” He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through my body." I liked this book, I loved Blake.
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