Chloe Neill Quote

Jeff opened blue eyes, grinned at me. If you’re feeling left out . . . I almost threw out an instinctive no, but I decided to throw him a bone. Oh, Jeff. It’d be too good—you and me. Too powerful, too much emotion, too much heat. We’d come together and boom—I clapped my hands together—like a moth to a flame, there’d be nothing left. His eyes glazed over. Combustion? Totally. He was quiet for a moment, his index finger tracing a pattern on the knee of his jeans. Then he nodded. Too powerful. It’d destroy us both. I nodded solemnly. Probably so. But I leaned over, pressed my lips to his forehead. We’ll always have Chicago. Chicago, he dreamily repeated. Yeah. Definitely. He cleared his throat, seemed to regain a little composure. When I tell this story later, you kissed me on the mouth. With tongue. And you were handsy. I chuckled. Fair enough.

Chloe Neill

Jeff opened blue eyes, grinned at me. If you’re feeling left out . . . I almost threw out an instinctive no, but I decided to throw him a bone. Oh, Jeff. It’d be too good—you and me. Too powerful, too much emotion, too much heat. We’d come together and boom—I clapped my hands together—like a moth to a flame, there’d be nothing left. His eyes glazed over. Combustion? Totally. He was quiet for a moment, his index finger tracing a pattern on the knee of his jeans. Then he nodded. Too powerful. It’d destroy us both. I nodded solemnly. Probably so. But I leaned over, pressed my lips to his forehead. We’ll always have Chicago. Chicago, he dreamily repeated. Yeah. Definitely. He cleared his throat, seemed to regain a little composure. When I tell this story later, you kissed me on the mouth. With tongue. And you were handsy. I chuckled. Fair enough.

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