Bijou Hunter Quote

Shaking my head, I grudgingly smiled. Will the pizza be here soon? Yes, he murmured, suddenly next to me. You smell good. Before I could speak, his lips were on mine for a brief touch. I froze for the seconds our lips met and remained a little frozen when he pulled away. As he leaned back, his lips curved into a gentle grin. Those lips of yours are fucking gorgeous. Covering my mouth, I sighed. All of my life, I heard about my fat lips. As a kid, people would tease me about how my lips were big enough to eat my whole head. My grandma especially liked that one. When I got older, the comments were always sexual. I hated when people talked about my lips. You don’t like them, he said as his fingers drifted along my calf. Why? I like them fine. Do guys want to do something with those lips? Resting my head back on the couch, I sighed. I’m tired and you’re making me feel dirty. Cooper’s hand stopped caressing my leg. When I looked at him, he stared back with an edgy expression. You take things too personally, he said, holding my gaze. When guys talk about using my mouth for stuff as if it’s all I’m good for, why wouldn’t I take that personally? Not all you’re good for, but you have sexy lips. Like when I threw the bottle, you did this thing with your lips and made a perfect little ‘O’ shape. It was frigging hot and I almost forgot I wanted to beat the shit out of those guys.