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“No, really. I think you have a very fine figure. Goodness, I meant as a hound . . . You look fine as a hound. Not that you don’t have an excellent figure as a man. Oh Lord. I mean . . .â€� My cheeks were growing warm from ear to ear. “I mean that I don’t mind at all, Mr. Barker.”
― William Ritter, Beastly Bones

“I saw your face, honey. You were more than a little flustered. You looked as if you'd gone ten rounds with the ghost of Christmas past.”
― Michelle Celmer, Best Man's Conquest

“What is there to tell? She kept rolling out words and I kept listening.â€�
“What did she say? What did you say?�
“I could hear not a single word that she uttered. What did I say? I could say nothing. Friend! My senses and judgement, self-restraint, peace, my entire strength - all deserted me. I ran to her and stood before her with folded arms like a slave. O Jitaji, like the moth that flutters around the candle I offered my life as a sacrifice to her.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“My friend, meaning to respond to her questions, I raved some words at someone and gaped at another and all the while the lady stood elsewhere. This morning, in reality your friend stood there overcome with silliness. So I told myself, “It’s time you take your leave, My Dear!â€� And when I turned around and tottered my way outwards, at her door, I fell down like a crumbling wall.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“Cassian strode in, a tray of food in hand, and halted when he didn't find her on the bed. His eyes shot to the sunken pool, and she could have sworn he almost dropped the tray onto the white carpet. 'I... You.'

His loss of words was enough to pull her from her thoughts, to curve the corners of her mouth upward. 'Me?'

He shook his head like a wet dog. 'I bought some food. I assumed you'd want dinner.'

'There's no dining room?'

'There is, but I thought you might need to unwind.'

She surveyed him, surprised that he knew her well enough to guess that the thought of speaking to everyone again, of dressing in suitable clothes, was draining- miserable. Knew her well enough to grasp that she'd rather eat in her room and piece herself together.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Reagan comes up beside me and follows my gaze. “You hate to see him go, but you love to watch him walk away.â€�
I slowly turn toward her. “Are you finished?â€� “I’ve never seen you so flustered, Emmy.â€� She grins. “I’m just getting started.”
― Courtney Walsh, Can't Help Falling