Join me? Patting the spot beside him, he inclined his head. “Pretty please? I’m lonely all by myself over here.
J. LynnFuck, Avery. You think I don’t want you?” His voice came out low, almost a growl. “There’s not a single part of you that I don’t want, you understand? I want to be on you and inside of you. I want you against the wall, on the couch, in your bed, in my bed, and every fucking place I can possibly think of, and trust me, I have a vast imagination when it comes to these kinds of things. Don’t ever doubt that I want you. That is not what this is about.
J. LynnSee, you don’t get it. You never fucking got it. You’ve avoided me since Thanksgiving break.
Dropped the Goddamn class and I know that was because of me, and every time I tried to talk to you, you fucking ran from me.”
“You didn’t want to talk to me the day I thanked you for helping me out,” I pointed out.
“Gee, I don’t know why? Maybe because you made it painfully clear you didn’t want anything to do with me. And then you just show up tonight?
Out of the fucking blue and get drunk? You don’t get it.
The Hamilton family was a bunch of hugging folks
J. LynnIt’s okay. I’m used to people not wanting me at their parties.” I pushed to my feet. The stars seemed to twirl a bit with the movement. “No big
deal.
Seeing you tonight? I was fucking surprised.
J. LynnAvery,
I haven’t messed around with Steph since I met you. I have messed around with anyone since I met you.
You are really…”
“Amazing? Awesome?” He paused, brows raised. “Astonishing?”
“I was going to go with bizarre.”
“Well, hell, if I had feelings that might actually hurt.
It’s hurting my soul
J. LynnI think the key to the start of any good relationship is to remember how the other person likes their coffee.
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