"What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?"
"I could have kissed you months ago, but it wouldn’t have meant anything. I wished for you to see me. And want me. So…did you mean it?” “Yes,” I said, and some unnamed tension inside me eased. “I see you, Tod."
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Source: Rachel Vincent (2011). “If I Die”, p.131, Harlequin
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