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“I felt like I was leaving a piece of my soul behind the moment I left. And every second that passes, I miss you like that, times a million.”
― J.A. Huss, Panic

“Yep, that’s really only just a little white towel.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Fuck, honey. You taste so good. We taste so good together...”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“She was his. The love of his life. Forever.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Fuck sleep. I need you way more than I need sleep.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Well, now I need you to kiss me. Make out with me. Otherwise she’ll know I was full of shit and start hittinâ€� on me again.â€�

“You want me to slut it up with you so you don’t look like an asshole to some little ho-bag you’re trying not to nail? You know, Ronin, you could just tell her you’re not interested.�

“I like my way better,â€� he grinned.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“It’s kind of romantic with unrequited love. A big, strong, sexy hero. A fight to the death.â€� She sighed wistfully. Slowly and thoughtfully, she traced his strong jaw with her fingertip. “You’d make a good Orion,â€� she murmured absentmindedly.

Ronin raised an eyebrow, and, realizing that she’d said that out loud, she buried her face in his shoulder.

“Umm� shit…� she whispered. “It’s getting pretty late and I have to work tomorrow. I should probably, um� yeah.�

Neither of them spoke after that, both lost in their own thoughts. Devin contemplated the need to work on her verbal filter, rather mortified by her offhanded Orion comment. But, honestly, Ronin was exactly how she pictured Orion when she was a little girl. Big and stoic, muscular with a strong jaw, a fierce build. A mighty Greek hero.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“You're with me, baby. When you're with me, I want you to know it. Say my name, Devin.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Don’t pull back,â€� she whispered a hair’s breadth from his lips. “I need this. I need…â€� The words evaporated in her throat as she focused on his lips, so she simply touched them with her own. Softly, slowly, she kissed him. For a moment, she feared he would push her away. And then his mouth moved faintly against hers. His tongue grazed her lips, and he turned his head to deepen the kiss. For the first time in forever, everything felt so incredibly right.

“You,â€� she exhaled into his mouth. “I needâ€� you.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“We were nothing special. We were never meant to last. We're friends, remember? Nothing more.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Thank God! His truck was there.

Reenergized, she hopped up his front steps and knocked. Nothing. Feeling a little disgruntled, she knocked again. And nothing. Once more, one last time, she knocked. Okay, she pounded. Beat the ever-loving hell out of the door.

"Just a sec," she heard Ronin call faintly.

Yay! The door swung open and... Ooooohhhhh!

Standing a step or two down from Ronin, her eyes first hit the small white towel wrapped around his waist. The faint scent of masculine soap enveloped her senses as her eyes traveled down to his bare feet, and back up. Yep, that's really only just a little white towel.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Here, honey," he said quietly, handing her the panties he'd untangled from her dress. "I'll be good, but it might not be a bad idea to put these back on.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“He wanted her. Sweet Jesus, he wanted her. But he had realized in that very moment that he wanted her whole even more.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Where’s Melanie, asshole? Does she know you’re up here?â€�

Jake’s expression flitted between anger at Ronin’s crude address and fear of the bigger man’s obvious anger with him. “She’s in the backyard, with some friends.�

Ronin’s jaw clenched. “I suggest you go find your girlfriend, then.�

“Devin’s in there. She’s upset,� Jake said without thinking.

“I know that, fucker. Why the hell do you think that is? GET. THE. FUCK. AWAY.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Nobody is masterless,
even ronin enslaved by his sword.”
― Toba Beta, Betelgeuse Incident: Insiden Bait Al-Jauza

“Jesus, honey," he muttered. "How can I say no to you?”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Ronin had tried desperately to be smart about it all. He really, really tried. He knew she was absolutely plowed. He knew she would probably hate him in the morning. He knew with every fiber of his should that giving into the passion she evoked was a bad idea.

But good God, he wanted her.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“At that moment, Ronin stepped back into the living room, clothed, thank God. Well, mostly. Kneeling on the floor before him, Devin watched him fascinated as he fastened the buttons of his plaid flannel shirt, thankfully covering that fucking beautiful chest. He left the top two buttons at his neck open. Frozen, she stared as his hands slipped down to tuck the shirt into his jeans before he fastened the fly and buckled his belt. Her fingers itched as she imagined the warmth and hardness of his hips, the deep contour of muscle low on his stomach.

Ooooohhhhh!”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“His hand grazed her inner thigh as he shifted the manual transmission into reverse, and this lightest of touches sent a shiver through Devin. “Cold?â€� he asked, backing the pickup away from the trees to turn around. “You can turn on the heat if you’d like.â€�

Devin shook her head. “I’m fine,� she said in a quiet, breathy voice that she couldn’t quite control.

The tone caught Ronin’s attention, and he gave her a long look before shifting back into first gear. Again, his fingertips grazed her soft skin, and her breath caught again.

Ronin’s eyes fell shut for a moment. “Damn, honey,â€� he whispered.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“...he softly touched his lips to hers. Sweetly. Innocently.

“Ronin,� she drew in a short, stilted breath. The ache in her body was reaching a tortuous level.

“I know. I’m sorry.â€� Ronin studied her closely before he softly said, “Had to.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“All her focus was on the burning want Ronin was evoking in her as he pressed her back up against a pine. The rough bark sharply poked its way through her light jacket, digging into her skin, and the odd pain pushed her to increase the force of her kiss as she clawed at his back. His grip on her ass tightened, and Ronin groaned down her throat.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“«Decidi pure in mia vece riguardo alle cureâ€� ma non riguardo alla mia vita. Amery resta qui finché le pare».
«D’accordo». Shiori lo baciò sulla guancia. «Voglio solo il tuo bene», gli sussurrò in giapponese.
«Amery è il mio bene».”
― Lorelei James, Unwound