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“Is there a better word for fake girlfriend?” He politely ponders. “Like I’m actually legit asking.”
“As a whole, not that I can think of. If you’re looking for a better way to phrase, ‘Hey be my fake bitch’, I would go with something a little more romantic, like ‘Hey, be my fictitious bae.’. Has more heart.” I tap his solid chest to reiterate the word and immediately regret it.
What is that shit made of?
Stone?
“Alright.” Stratton smiles again, this one reaching his ears. He takes my hand slyly into his, lets his thumb start brushing the back of it, and asks, “Tatum ‘I Think Your Ass Looks Amazing In Those Jeans’ Rojas, will you do me the honor of being my fictitious bae?”
Was that a real compliment or one cleverly placed to get me right where he wants?
And where exactly is it he wants me?
And can I hate myself any more for being willing to be there?
“I will teach you the perfect shit to say, the perfect shit to wear, and the perfect way to present yourself as the Puck Bunny who hopped her way from the sheets deep into my soul.”
“You sound like a John Hughes movie for Gen Z.”
“Gonna be honest here, Tatum. I don’t know who that is or what that means.”
“Shocking,” my sarcasm is attached to an even more sardonic smirk.
“What I do know is you’re exactly what I’m looking for.”
Words that I wish were spoken in a more authentic situation.
I bury the whimper that wants to slip out from enjoying the feeling of his callous thumb still stroking the skin underneath my sleeve and sigh, “Let go of my hand, Stratton.”
To my surprise, there’s reluctance, yet he inevitably does as requested.
Putting my defenses back up in their usual spot, I bitterly ask, “Why am I, Tatum ‘The Innocent Accounting Student’, ‘exactly’ what you’re looking for? Have you been talking to Angel about the shit she learned in her religious studies class over the summer? Do you like need a virgin to sacrifice for some bizarre hockey ritual?”
He lets his light eyebrows soar into the air. “Are you a virgin?”
“No, so you can set your cult ritual gaze elsewhere.”
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My Fair Puck Bunny (Hockey Gods Series #2) is coming January 30th!
🥅Add to your TBR - http://bit.ly/MFPB-TBR
🥅 GIFT CARD GIVEAWAY: http://bit.ly/2TuguUw
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“Is there a better word for fake girlfriend?” He politely ponders. “Like I’m actually legit asking.”
“As a whole, not that I can think of. If you’re looking for a better way to phrase, ‘Hey be my fake bitch’, I would go with something a little more romantic, like ‘Hey, be my fictitious bae.’. Has more heart.” I tap his solid chest to reiterate the word and immediately regret it.
What is that shit made of?
Stone?
“Alright.” Stratton smiles again, this one reaching his ears. He takes my hand slyly into his, lets his thumb start brushing the back of it, and asks, “Tatum ‘I Think Your Ass Looks Amazing In Those Jeans’ Rojas, will you do me the honor of being my fictitious bae?”
Was that a real compliment or one cleverly placed to get me right where he wants?
And where exactly is it he wants me?
And can I hate myself any more for being willing to be there?
“I will teach you the perfect shit to say, the perfect shit to wear, and the perfect way to present yourself as the Puck Bunny who hopped her way from the sheets deep into my soul.”
“You sound like a John Hughes movie for Gen Z.”
“Gonna be honest here, Tatum. I don’t know who that is or what that means.”
“Shocking,” my sarcasm is attached to an even more sardonic smirk.
“What I do know is you’re exactly what I’m looking for.”
Words that I wish were spoken in a more authentic situation.
I bury the whimper that wants to slip out from enjoying the feeling of his callous thumb still stroking the skin underneath my sleeve and sigh, “Let go of my hand, Stratton.”
To my surprise, there’s reluctance, yet he inevitably does as requested.
Putting my defenses back up in their usual spot, I bitterly ask, “Why am I, Tatum ‘The Innocent Accounting Student’, ‘exactly’ what you’re looking for? Have you been talking to Angel about the shit she learned in her religious studies class over the summer? Do you like need a virgin to sacrifice for some bizarre hockey ritual?”
He lets his light eyebrows soar into the air. “Are you a virgin?”
“No, so you can set your cult ritual gaze elsewhere.”
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