When we met, you couldn't stop staring at my breasts."His face went pale, as if he seriously thought he was so subtle no one would notice. "Make sure you get an equally satisfactory look a my backside as you leave.

Beauty is subjective. You know how sometimes what makes a person attractive is the way they make you laugh or how it seems like they can read your mind?

You were my pick. My only pick.

Sence," diye sordu Maxon, "Sana hâlâ 'tatlım' diyebilir miyim?" "Hiç şansın yok," diye fısıldadım. "Denemeye devam edeceğim. Vazgeçmek doğamda yok." Beni Seç :)