Page 114 of Broken Pieces
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I shake my head and bite my lip. “It’s adorable.”
“Did you just call me adorable?”
“Maybe,” I say in the same nonchalant way.
He stalks toward me pushing me out of the door frame and against the wall. “It’s a catchy song.”
“I know it is.”
“And you better believe I am fucking adorable when I sing it,” he says as his eyes dart to my lips.
“I would never think any less than it.”
He grunts in response before his lips meet mine.
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