Carter is just often times in shock with his woman, "his jaw drops open and he rests his hand on his chest, staggering backward a little. “What the hell, Stella? You don’t eat pizza? You’re a freaking Italian!” Carter is a true romantic, “I don’t need you to wear expensive lingerie to make me want you. You could be wearing that old Mystery Spot sweatshirt and a pair of torn leggings and I’d still jump you,” I liked this book, I adored Carter.
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