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319 pages, Klappenbroschur
First published October 15, 2013




I started climbing Riley, trying to get over him to the free side of the bed. We were a tangle of limbs, my balance off as we rocked slightly. "Why are we moving? OMG, is this a waterbed? Who the hell has waterbeds?"
"People whose mothers were fourteen in the eighties and in love with hair bands."
"I bet that somewhere up there in heaven, where there's no heroin, your mom is watching and she's proud of you and happy."
Everything about Riley annoyed me, from his sarcasm to his inability to ever be serious, to the fact that he was hot as hell and so clearly knew it. I didn't see him very often since he worked full-time in construction, which was perfectly fine with me. It was easier to breathe without his testosterone choking the room.
"So what do you think? The princess and the prick...it could work. Or at least we could give it a shot."
"I guess we're both fucked, huh?"
"Looks that way."
"Then I guess it's a damn good thing we found each other." It was.
"I want to explore you and your body, not use it."
"Oh." I wasn't sure what to say to that, it was so totally foreign to me. "But I want to have sex with you. Don't make me feel bad for that."
"I'm not trying to. I think it's awesome that you want to get naked with me." He raised his eyebrows up and down. "Trust me, I'm looking forward to it. But it's like cramming a whole ice-cream cone in my mouth and swallowing it whole. What good is that? It's over and done in a second. I want to really taste it, to lick it slowly. I want to savor the ice cream, you know what I'm saying?"
"In return for not smoking in the house, I'm asking you to keep your girl shit out of the bathroom."
Girl shit? "If I can't keep my shit in the bathroom, where else would it go?" I asked, amused.
"You know what I mean. I don't want to go brush my teeth and there isn't an inch of counter space to use because you have creams and equipment or whatever."
"Equipment?" I snorted. "I don't use power tools to get ready in the morning. But fine, I will put my blow-dryer away after each use. And I promise to never ask you to pick up a box of tampons for me on the way home from work.
The horror on his face made me laugh. "Don't tell me you have never bought tampons before?"
He shook his head. "I'm a dude. Why would I buy tampons?"
"For a girlfriend." It seemed obvious to me.
..."No. I probably would if she was, like, bleeding on my car seats, but otherwise, no."

