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“This is what I know. Don't settle for 40, 50, or even 80 percent. A relationship-it shouldn't be too small or too tight or even a little scratchy. It shouldn't take up space in your closet out of guilty conscience or convenience or a moment of desire. Do you hear me? It shold be perfect for you. It should be lasting. Wait. wait for 100 percent.”
― Deb Caletti, The Secret Life of Prince Charming

“She doesn't look half as good in her leather pants as I do, and she's only got half the ass."
Liam slid one hand down and squeezed her bottom. "Damn right. You're the sexiest woman here."
"You just like me in leather."
"I like you out of leather more." His smile faded when she lurched to the side. "Why didn't you tell me you were so stiff? You can barely walk."
"I walked over here just fine."
"Because you were jealous." A slow smile spread across his face. "Of Tanya."
"Don't be ridiculous."
His eyes softened and he turned, pulling her against him. Leaning down to brush his lips over her mouth, he said, "You care."
"Maybe I fake care because we're fake engaged." Her pulse kicked up a notch as he nuzzled her neck.
"Maybe you really care even though we're fake engaged."
Feeling bold and brave in her biker leather, she said, "What if I did care? What would you do about it?"
"I'd take a shortcut home," Liam murmured. "And then I'd take advantage of the fact that you can't close your legs.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan