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“nothing like that. it had more to do with his face. which, although presentable, gave me the feeling that his every expression had been…

— Haruki Murakami

“She was his like a table or a chair, but a table owned you, too - by your fingerprints.”

— Graham Greene

“He was trying to buy his way into her knickers. She was enormously insulted... ...but it was rather sparkly...It was rather like having a…

— Lola Salt

“He crooked a finger beneath her chin and lifted until she met his gaze. Her skin was just as soft as he remembered, and…

— Leah Braemel

“He lifted up on one elbow and looked down at her. What she wouldn't give to see what he saw, to know what made…

— Sarah Addison Allen

“She saw, yet again, that her friend's compliments were just bits of art and artifice. They were paper swans, cunningly folded so that they…

— Marie Rutkoski

“She’d never really touched their faces before, but that didn’t mean anything. She touched other parts of them all the time. Or at least,…

— Charlotte Stein

“So she satisfied her urge to kick at him by leaning back, palms down on the table. It was a good thing they weren’t…

— Nalini Singh

“She was an irresistible dichotomy of sweet charm and heart-stopping sexy, and she threw him off guard with every look, be it a smile…

— Jill Shalvis

“Each time a girl approached the table, Mortimer would smile. Like this: And each time the girl would shriek and run away.”

— Kelly DiPucchio

“But when she turned at the entryway and looked back at him, he left the table and followed, as if she were a magnet,…

— Hannah Tinti

“For some reason it reminded her of his fingers caressing her cheek in the tiny room. But that thought, along with his exposed throat…

— Melanie Dickerson