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d021c5f
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"He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?" Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?" "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly." "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?" "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort."
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repartee
clary-fray
jace
date
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Cassandra Clare |
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2b91375
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Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person's dating possibilities.
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love
possibility
date
tris
tobias
destruction
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Veronica Roth |
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e40aa88
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"Simon turned to Jordan, who was lying down across the futon, his head propped against one of the woven throw pillows. "How much of that did you hear?" "Enough to gather that we're going to a party tonight," said Jordan. "I heard about the Ironworks event. I'm not in the Garroway pack, so I wasn't invited." "I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone back into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We'd better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty."
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funny
humor
ironworks
jordan-kyle
city-of-fallen-angels
the-mortal-instruments
simon-lewis
date
masculinity
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Cassandra Clare |
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4b77f0b
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I hear that you were on a date with Trouble Kelp. Are you two planning on building a bivouac any time soon?
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bivouac
date
trouble
holly
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Eoin Colfer |
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a1d0d46
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he asked. I smiled. His face lowered toward mine and I knew what was coming. I knew it. But when his lips touched mine, I still jumped. he murmured.
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kissing
skittish-as-a-cat
date
simon
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Kelley Armstrong |
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f5c8b6f
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"She lifted the cup to her lips. "You make good coffee." "You haven't tasted it yet." "I can smell it. And I love the way it smells." It's not the coffee, he thought. Not all of it, at any rate. "Well, I love your perfume," he said, because he was a dolt. She frowned. "I'm not wearing any. I mean, other than the soap and shampoo I use." "Well, I like them, then. And I'm glad you stayed." "Is this what you planned?" Their eyes met. Shit, she was perfect. Radiant as the candles had been. "You making it all the way to the coffee? Yeah, I guess a date was what I was after." "I thought you agreed with me." Man, that breathless quality in her voice made him want to have her up against his naked chest. "Agreed with you?" he said. "Hell, if it would make you happy, I'd say yes to anything. But what are you specifically referring to?" "You said...I shouldn't date anyone." Ah, right. "You shouldn't." "I don't understand." Fuck him, but he went for it. Rehv put his numb elbow on the table and leaned into her. As he closed the distance, her eyes got wider, but she didn't pull back. He paused, to give her a chance to tell him to cut the shit. Why? He had no clue. His side was into pauses only for analysis or to better capitalize on a weakness. But she made him want to be decent. Ehlena didn't tell him to step off, however. "I don't...understand," she whispered. "It's simple. I don't think you should date anyone." Rehv moved in even closer, until he could see the flecks of gold in her eyes. "But I'm not just anyone." -Ehlena & Rehv"
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not-just-anyone
date
coffee
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J.R. Ward |