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"...All the things that make you different make you perfect.”
Sayfa 235 - Michael... ben karar verdim... sen. harikasın.
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“Did you kiss him back?”
She shook her head. "No."
“Did you like it? When he kissed you?” Because he had to know.
"Not at all." She whispered.
“Why? Did he do it wrong? Was he a bad kisser?”
“It felt wrong.”
“Why?”
“Because he wasn’t you.” The soft look in her eyes killed him. He would do anything for that look. Anything.
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That was his problem. He always loved too much. If he could just tear his heart out and stop feeling, he would be free.
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Michael was mint chocolate chip for her. She could try other flavors, but he’d always be her favorite.
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Once they were seated at a black wrought-iron table by the window, he dipped his spoon into his gelato, tasted it, and grinned a slow, wide grin as he slipped the clean spoon from his mouth and scooped out more.
“Oh, that’s just ridiculous,” she said. “You look like you’re auditioning for a Häagen-Dazs commercial. No one smiles like that after
Sayfa 78 - o-kadar-tatlısınız-ki-bu-kadar-tatlılık-tansiyonumu-yükseltiyor-kalp-krizi-geçirecek-gibi-oluyorum MICHAEL HEPSİ SENİN YÜZÜNDEN!
Saying nothing, she let the moment wash over her, the uncertainty, the breathless hope, the anxiousness, and the shimmering contentment. The sight of their intertwined hands pleased her. So different, but still five fingers and five knuckles, the same general blueprint.
She tightened her grip, and he squeezed her back. Palm to palm, two lonely halves found comfort together.
“Excuse me, are you Stella?”
Her eyes shot to his face, and Michael lost his train of thought. Those sexy librarian glasses showcased the most stunning pair of soft brown eyes. And her lips—they were just full enough to be tempting without detracting from her overall air of sweetness.
When he finished, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it on the chair next to her purse, revealing the simple white T-shirt underneath. It stretched over his chest and upper arms, and his jeans rode low on narrow hips. Stella couldn’t help but stare.
His body was raw sculpted muscle and loose-limbed coordination. He was by far the finest male specimen she’d ever laid eyes on.
And they were going to have sex tonight.
Love, he found, was a jail. It trapped, and it clipped wings. It dragged you down, forced you to places you didn’t want to go—like this club he didn’t belong in.
“This goes two ways, Stella. You like the feel of me. I like the feel of you.”