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“Hit the reset button. Whatever happened yesterday, forget about it. Get a new perspective. Today is a new day. Fresh start, begins now.”
― Germany Kent

“Everyone occasionally misjudges a jump and falls. Just shake the dust out of your fur and try again. - The Malwatch”
― Scaylen Renvac

“The bowler shakes his head in disgust at the run conceded and glares at Zach on the way back to his mark, a menace Zach shrugs off with a half smile, though Rachel can feel his hackles rising. Her own rise, too, in symbiosis.”
― Emma Richler, Be My Wolff

“Wow. Please tell me you haven't come up with a way to blame me for what happened that night."
Heat flushed across her skin. Suddenly her office was too small, and she leaned back in her chair, which only brought into focus the fact that he was leaning into her. "Sorry, I forgot. Nothing is ever your fault."
The smile in his eyes singed away, he straightened up again. "You're serious? You're suggesting that it is somehow my fault that you rage-fucked me? Actually, rage-fucked my thigh."
The temperature in the room shot up so fast, Naina thought she was experiencing her first hot flash. Did those happen at thirty-eight? She groaned, because that thought made her feel ancient as she stared into his stupid dewy young face. She was sure her own face had gone some mortified shade. The only good news was that for once Vansh's color rose too, just as fast and fierce.
Wait, had he just accused her of rage-fucking his thigh?
"You are the world's most infuriating person, you know that?" For a moment Naina thought she might choke on her own incredulousness and the fact that he was not lying. "What kind of person brings that sort of thing up when someone's life's work is at stake?"
"I was not the one who brought it up." He mirrored her finger-spinning action and made a circle around her face. "And don't make that face. You didn't say the words but you were thinking them. Never mind. I am actually not here to discuss our night together."
"There was no night together." She pressed her hands into her face and tried to breathe into an imaginary bag. If she didn't calm down she was not going to be able to get this conversation back on track, to say nothing of the fact that she was going to pass out from the heat in here. "You were gone before the morning and I am very grateful that you brought me home and helped me when I----"
"Got horny."
"Threw up."
They spoke simultaneously. Because the universe had decided to test how much humiliation it could stuff into one situation.
Great, now he was smiling again, and she wanted to shake him even more.
"Come on, Naina. Loosen up. It really wasn't that big of a deal."
Relief flooded through her. Thank God. Yes, it was not. She was so glad he thought so. "You're right, people drink too much and throw up all the time.”
― Sonali Dev, The Emma Project