"What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?"
"Faythe…?" The tremor in his voice broke my heart. Then understanding surfaced, and his tear-filled eyes searched mine desperately. "No. No," he whispered through clenched teeth. "This was not wrong. It’s the only thing I’ve done right in months. Don’t you dare regret this."
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Source: Rachel Vincent (2010). “Alpha”, p.226, MIRA
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