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“Cassidy," Flick whispers. "Max is fucking you with his eyes right now.”
― Nicci Harris, Our Thing: The Ballerina & The Butcher Boy

“I love you, Max Butcher," I whisper.
"I don't deserve you" - he presses his lips to mine - "Cassidy Slater. I'm keeping you anyway.”
― Nicci Harris, Our Thing: The Ballerina & The Butcher Boy

“Worrying is like a rocking horse. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere.”
― Nicci Harris, Our Thing: The Ballerina & The Butcher Boy

“I am a jer," he declares, his tone brazenly unapologetic.
"No, you're not. A jerk doesn't put Panadol out for a girl. A jerk doesn't carry a girl to her room and not even try to sleep with her."
His eyebrows are level and he fixes me with a stare. "You were unconscious. That's not a jerk; that's a rapist. You keep saying shit like that and it's gonna worry me.”
― Nicci Harris, Our Thing

“I am a jerk," he declares, his tone brazenly unapologetic.
"No, you're not. A jerk doesn't put Panadol out for a girl. A jerk doesn't carry a girl to her room and not even try to sleep with her."
His eyebrows are level and he fixes me with a stare. "You were unconscious. That's not a jerk; that's a rapist. You keep saying shit like that and it's gonna worry me.”
― Nicci Harris, Our Thing

“You're short. . . Why are you short."
"I was born this way."
"Mentally challenged, not vertically challenged, darlin. Why are you short?”
― Nicci Harris, Our Thing: The Ballerina & The Butcher Boy