Julian is quite the charmer, “I can’t.” He let out a laugh. “So if they taste like s***, eat them anyway and keep my pride intact, yeah?” The man has a comeback for everything, “so is being naked, but you don’t see me walking around with my ***k hanging out.” He also tends to drive a hard bargain, “kiss me and I’ll make dinner and give you back your pants.” Keaton is a cute little thing when flustered, “well, good.” She crossed her arms. “I’ll just be doing it now . . . uh, not it, the cookies, not doing the cookies, making—” Julian can be a little pushover, “sure, we’ll go tomorrow.” He kissed me back with a groan. “I’ll get you ten effing cats if you keep kissing me like that.” I loved this book, I adored Julian.
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