When in a passionate moment Junie and Ben tend to forget where they are, “Thank God it was only of your ***,” she laughs in my ear, kissing my neck. I can’t argue with that. I don’t want anyone to see her naked, but me..." When a need arises Ben has his priorities in order, "...tossing my phone without even hanging up. I take off running, not worrying about putting any pants on..." I liked this book, I liked Ben.
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