“Shut up, Sherlock,” he said, and gave a jerk of his head to the side. “Get over here.”
“You don’t love me,” she said. “You just love fucking me.”
“Au contraire… I love you and I also love fucking you.” #hanella
“Do I want to see the other guy?” he asked, gently touching the right side of her chin and turning her cheek to inspect her face.
“He’s dead,” she answered, flatly, lifting her chin away from his fingers and looking up at him. #hanella
“what does this hotel have that i don’t?” he asked.
— “room service,” she answered.
“oh, I’ve got room service. and turn down service. lip service.” he raised his brows suggestively at her. “i can even leave a little mint on the pillow if you want me to.” #hanella
