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“If you start climbing on car hoods, I think I might marry you."
I rolled my eyes and straightened, giving my head one more shake. "Done."
He stared at me. "You're cute."
"You're weird.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“How's your orange juice, Anna? Does it have a touch of lime?”
The glass paused at my lips as I processed his innuendo, and I took a second to make sure my embarrassment stayed hidden inside. I let the drink swish over my tongue a moment before swallowing and answering.
“Actually it's a little sour,” I said, and he laughed.
“That's a shame.” He picked up a green pear from his plate and bit into it, licking juice that dripped down his thumb. My cheeks warmed as I set down my glass.
“Okay, now you're just being crude,” I said.
He grinned with lazy satisfaction.”
― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Evil

“Holder: "I thought Mormon's weren't allowed to have caffeine?"
Breckin: "I decided to break that rule the morning I woke up gay.”
― Colleen Hoover, Hopeless

“I jumped and let out an embarrassing squeak when two hands came around my waist.
“Just me, luv,” he said, close to my ear. “Aren't you the picture of domestication? Do you cook as well?”
― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Evil