"Making love." [ She corrects, briefly looking annoyed again. ] It's "making love" in a book like this.
[ Makes total sense, right?
As he makes his way towards greener, less sexy pastures, Monika unconsciously perks up in anticipation. Despite all the dicking, it was clear this book was dealing with themes that spoke to her a lot, just from that first excerpt. It could only get better!
And when Kaiba starts reading again, she's right. One hand comes up to a rest over her heart, fingers idly brushing over the scar there. I don't want to be either one, she mouths to herself, and--is her lower lip quivering? Is she possibly going to cry?
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[ Makes total sense, right?
As he makes his way towards greener, less sexy pastures, Monika unconsciously perks up in anticipation. Despite all the dicking, it was clear this book was dealing with themes that spoke to her a lot, just from that first excerpt. It could only get better!
And when Kaiba starts reading again, she's right. One hand comes up to a rest over her heart, fingers idly brushing over the scar there. I don't want to be either one, she mouths to herself, and--is her lower lip quivering? Is she possibly going to cry?
Yep, there it goes. There's a soft sniffle. ]
What next? Tell me the death is a fake out!