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Ah, kitaplarda yaşasam.
“What are you afraid of?”
“Everything,” I whispered, trailing my finger across the starched collar of his dress shirt.
“You’re not afraid of me.” We were so close his cheek brushed my tearstreaked one when he rasped, “And, baby, I’m worse than the dark.”
Bu yaz yanınızdan ayırmak istemeyeceğiniz kitapları sizin için bir araya getirdik.
💬 Siz olsanız bu listeden hangisiyle başlardınız?
His gaze flicked to me, and then a slow smile pulled on the corner of his mouth. It was the kind of smile seen on the bad guy’s lips after stealing the girl. Warmth rushed beneath my skin; a prickling, breathless heat traveling all the way to my toes.
“Chocolate?”
“Arsenic.”
“My favorite.”
He took the plate from my hand and slammed the door.
I sighed.
My neighbors sucks.
Elena: We’re about to board our plane, but the strangest expression just crossed his face . . .
Me: What kind of ‘strange’? Joyful? Brooding? Devious?
Elena: Definitely leaning toward devious . . .
Me: Dammit.