Erin and I spent four hours shopping for dresses and shoes Tuesday night. She was going all out in her intention to make Chaz regret any decision he'd made that didn't include worshipping at her feet.
Tammara WebberI'm going to arrange you, if that's okay?"
I swallowed. "Uh... sure." My hands were clutched to my ribcage, my shoulders hunched almost to my ears. What, this isn't how you want me positioned?
He stuck the pencil over his ear, looking unconvinced. "Mmm. What position would you be the most comfortable for you?"
I couldn't say aloud the answers that popped into my head at that question, but the flush that spread across my face like wildfire gave me away. He caught his lower lip in his teeth, and I was sure it was to contain a laugh. Most comfortable position? What about with my head stuck under a pillow?
If someone had asked, "How does this compare to kissing Kennedy?" I would have answered, "Who?
Tammara WebberToo much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals.
Tammara WebberDamn Kennedy. Damn him, damn him. It would serve him right to see me with someone like Lucas. Someone so different, but equally hot. More so, if I started calculating details.
Tammara WebberUgh! Erin. You have a one-track mind."
She smiled deviously. "I prefer to think of it as target-driven.
His jaw clenched. "Okay, so I guess trying to let you down easy was a bad idea--"
"This is your idea of letting me down easy? Breaking up with me so you can screw other girls? Without feeling guilty? Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack."
The last thing I thought before I picked up my econ textbook and hurled it at him: How can he use such a piece-of-shit cliche in a moment like this?
Sisters in solidarity and all that shit.
Tammara WebberBonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.
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