Sweet Jesus Mal I've missed your a**, "yeeah, your name," he drawled. "The point of me telling you my name, even when you already knew it, was so you'd give me yours. That's how these things go." I mean a drunk Mal is just something else, "liar," he taunted in a soft voice. "You're totally thinking of me with no pants on." And the text messages he sends to Ann sweet lord I have to give the girl props for putting up with that, "when are you on the rag? David said to find out if you want cupcakes or ice cream." He's fiercely protective, "you woke her, a**wipe." For once, Mal didn't sound the least bit light and easy as he gave Reece hell. "Do you have any idea how stressful sh**'s been for her lately? Plus she had to work late last night." I have to say I enjoyed Mal's book more than David's probably because of all the playfulness that is Mal, "nonsense. We just effed so hard we broke your bed. They wish they were us. The natural order of sexual status has been restored." We both laughed. It was all so ridiculous." I mean he sometimes does have to straighten things out with Ann, "you want a song? No problem. I'll ask Davie to write you one later." He put a hand to either side of the bathroom doorway. "I know you wanted to go for it last night. But I wanted you sober. Now you are. I want you. You want me. Let's eff." And when Mal is disoriented it is damn hilarious, "why'd you put my hand down your panties while I was asleep? What's that about?" he mumbled. "Christ woman. You're out of control. I feel violated." Can't wait to see whose next in this series.
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