He’s quiet for a minute, then grins again. “I can’t believe you think I’m hot.â€
“Shut up.â€
“You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.â€
“Shut up.â€
“I’ll bet you fantasize about me at night, right here in this bed.â€
“Shut up, Holder.â€
“You probably even…â€
I reach over and clamp my hand over his mouth. “You’re way hotter when you aren’t speaking.
— Colleen Hoover
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