J.R. Ward Quote

As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, I'm still in love with him.Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. I know. You thought you weren't?As if that were rather stupid of him.I'm so fucking tired of it. I really am.That I believe.Im so fucking... God, those sounds, that muted pounding , that audible confirmation of what he had been ignoring for the past year--On a sudden wave of violence, he pitched the brandy snifter at the marble fireplace, shattering the thing.Fuck, If he'd been able to, he'd have jumped up and torn that goddamn cocksucking light fixture off the goddamn cocksucking ceiling.