Luke’s heart stuttered a little but he covered and made a contemplative face, watching as Noah grinned at him. “I’ll think about it.”
--Brat [loves him].

It was a woman’s slender hand reaching out from under the melting now.
--Oh, no. There's going to be such a body count.

So is all this hinting at the coronel? Are we finally going to get to rip him limb from fucking limb? Please?

Love it, you [kisses].

Psst-Her face broke into a smile before she tampered it down, saying slowly.
-- It's just tamped, tampered is totally different.

He can marry someone he doesn’t love or can’t love without any problems.”
--Formatting, blech.