“Se le bugie fossero scritte, le cancellerei Ma sono dette; incise dentro Verità convalescenti, grido la mia espiazione Lasciami pentire contro la tua pelle. - BENTON JAMES KESSLER” AmoreBugieBenton James Kessler Book:November 9 Source: November 9
“Theodore," Ben says, interrupting him. " You seem like a... nice guy." "Thanks," Theodore says, smiling. "Let me finish," Ben says, holding up a finder in warning. "Because you're about to hate me. I lied. I'm not writing a paper." He points at Glenn. "This guy told me earlier today where to show up tonight so that I could find the girl I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with. And I'm sorry, but that girl just so happens to be your date. And I'm in love with her. Like, really in love with her. Crippling, debilitating, paralyzing love. So please accept my sincerest apologies, because she's coming home with me tonight. I hope. I pray." Ben shoots me an endearing look. "Please ? Otherwise this speech will make me look like a complete fool and that won't be good when we tell our grandkids about this.” Colleen HooverLove DeclarationNovember 9Benton James Kessler Book:November 9 Source: November 9