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“August looks at her, and hope blooms like crepe myrtle blossoms between her ribs. Like fucking flowers.
How absolutely mortifying.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“I don't judge other people for doing what they need to do. But you know what sex does? It makes oxytocin. Bonding hormones. Running around your system willy-nilly and making things all warm and fuzzy. Anyone who thinks that they can have sex more than once without catching at least some kind of feelings is delusional, because catching feelings is biology."
I put my hands up. "OK, Einstein, I take your point."
"Einstein wasn't a biologist."
I laughed, all disbelief. "I'm telling you that I want to be naked in your bed, and you're being a smartass?"
She blushed. "Stating facts isn't smartassery. It's pedantry.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn