Jan 29, 2019
"A shocking sense of being cherished spread through him. She wasn't acting like what happened between them was services rendered for payment received. She was acting like it meant something, like she cared, maybe even about him.
Another hotel room, another bed, and another client in his arms. It was a regular Friday night. Only he'd never felt so exposed, so raw, and he still wore his goddamned pants."
-The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang