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“You're doing it wrong."

"Son, I've got a gun to your chest and you're telling me that I'm doing it wrong?"

"Yes"

"How?"

"Closer isn't better." He disarmed her with a swift motion, then offered the weapon back to her. "Further away you are, the less unpredictable I can be."

Della's eyes had opened wide with surprise, but she recovered fast. Took the shotgun back and said, "Okay. Knock again so we can start over.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Are we just going to keep having sex so we can avoid talking about what we need to talk about?"

Prophet pulled back and looked between Tom's legs.

"What?"

"Just checking to make sure you still have a dick."

"Same one that fucked you through the wall while you begged for it," Tom pointed out, and Prophet eyes grew heavy lidded with lust again. "You're so easy, Proph."

"For you.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Talk later." Prophet kissed the side of his neck.
"Fuck, then sleep, then fuck again, then pack."
"Good itinerary.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“He's a little more...psychotic than usual," Tom said quietly.
"How so?"
"He took C-4 to bed with him."
Prophet shrugged. "He's always done that.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“You've got the fountain of youth hidden in your pants."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Hook demanded, then held up a hand. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

"Means fucking keeps you young.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Threats, Prophet? After all we've been through."
"Promises. And I'm really goddamned good at promises.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again