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"'I know where you live,' he continued, taking a step forward. The scent of his perfume, sandalwood and fresh money, invaded the space around me, suffocating the stale coffee smell from my mug."
"She knew I was building walls of glass: transparent, fragile, but enough to keep anyone from seeing what lay behind them."
"'I lost my brother three years ago,' he said. His voice was low, without urgency, as if he were reading the time on a wall clock."
His fingers brushed her cheek. The contact was electric, but not the kind you expect in movies. It was painful. It was like touching an open wound.
Wait, did I read that right? So this 'bad boy' is actually a sadist because his touch hurts? 😂 I thought romance meant soft whispers and gentle strokes! What happened to the cliché?
The heat of the paper burned my fingers, a small, real pain that anchored my feet to the ground.
Okay, 'anchored my feet'? That is the most romantic metaphor I have ever heard in my life! 🙌🔥 It sounds exactly like he's chaining me to his side with ho coffee. I need more of this immediate physical connection!
'The works are too distinct to be evaluated by the same criteria,' he continued, unfazed.
Wait, does this mean we finally get to live out our 'bad boy' fantasy of two different publishers? Because if Thorne is actually giving us a shot at romance instead of drama, I might just swoon. 🤯
'Can you read the third act?'
Bro, asking a bad boy to fix your script at 3 AM is the definition of a 'meet-cute' gone wrong! 😂🤯
Lucía entered without asking permission, with that air of someone who has decided their time is worth more than etiquette.
Okay, but does anyone else find Lucía's entrance a little too dramatic? Like, she just walked in while they were having a serious moment! 🤯
