"What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?"
"Hey." Her grin grew as she glanced from me to Nash, then back. "You're blocking the fridge." "There's a cooler in the other room." Nash nodded toward the main part of the house. Emma shrugged. "Yeah, but no one's making out in front of it."
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Source: Rachel Vincent (2010). “My Soul to Keep”, p.11, Harlequin
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