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Wtf?? Thats insannee
“I don’t know.” She sounds frazzled. “Why do you care so much if I greet you properly?” “I don’t care in the slightest.” “Then why did you bring it up?” “I’m already regretting it.” She stares at me. “I forgot how magical your personality is.”
It’s hot that she plays hockey. Female athletes are a massive turn-on.
When I get home, Shane’s right where I left him. Mowing the lawn, shirtless. Across the street, a few girls congregate on their porch pretending to casually chat with one another while their gazes are glued to Shane’s glistening muscles.
“Don’t ask things you don’t want the answer to,” he counters. “You know, I liked it better when you didn’t talk at all.”
“Beety is not a word!” Mya screeches in outrage when Diana tries adding a Y to board. “Sure it is.” “Use it in a fucking sentence.” “I don’t like this salad because of all the beets. It’s too beety.”
Ryder’s gaze drops to his hands. It’s adorably bashful, which somehow makes him so much sexier to me.
His dark eyes take in Gigi’s disheveled hair. My boxers. The scratch marks on my chest. And his lips twitch in humor. “Late night?” he inquires.
Jensen turns around. “What? What else do you want? Do you want me to do a little dance for you?” “I, personally, would love that,” Tristan Yoo says.
My breath promptly gets stuck in my lungs. RYDER: I can’t stop thinking about you. I did not expect that.
“Oh. No.” Shane settles into his chair, avoiding everyone’s eyes. “I was, um, watching porn.” “In the library?” Whitney sounds horrified.
Our timer goes off and we both get up. When she turns toward the door, I admire her ass, unable to stop myself from stepping up behind her.
“Hmmm. But were they Olympic moves?” I love the way her voice sounds after sex. Drowsy. Lazy like molasses.
“Wait. Are you saying you knew that these two were boning?” “Of course,” Shane shoots back. “Do you really think I’m jerking off in libraries like some creepy sex addict? I was covering for these assholes.”
Ryder and I don’t “do” feelings.
Didnt they say theyre dating??
Then he brushes his lips over the side of my throat and whispers, “You’re a goddamn dream.” While I desperately try to convince myself that I’m not in love with him.
He lets out another heavy breath. “Look. Kid. I don’t give a shit about other people’s lives. I only care about a few things. My wife, my daughters, my grandkids.
This must mean Demi and Taylor are step sisters! And they all have babies how cute!
don’t know why I’m even bothered by this. Whatever. We were dating and I guess now we’re done. For a stupid fucking reason, mind you. But fine. It’s over. Okay…that’s not fine. I don’t want it to be over.
He literally sounds like a child hes like 21..
My hand drifts up his chest and I can feel him trembling. I bring my palm to his left pec, press it against his heart, and instantly it starts beating faster. “You feel this too, don’t you?” His eyes are on mine. Dark blue and bottomless. “Yeah. I feel it.”
I’m startled to see Will Larsen walk out wearing nothing but boxers. Eyebrows soaring, I gaze past his shoulder and glimpse a naked Beckett and an equally naked blond sprawled on Beck’s bed. Will follows my gaze and speaks in a soft, sheepish voice. “It was…kind of a night.” “Yeah, I see that,” I say dryly.
Garrett snickers. “Ungrateful little shit. I give you all my talent, and what do you do with it? You sing songs.” “Hey, that’s my talent,” Hannah says. He’s quickly shamefaced. “Sorry, Wellsy. Your talent is way better than mine. Hands down.”
“What about sexy texting?” I stubbornly shake my head. “What if he and I accidentally switch phones?” “Why would that ever happen? Come on, just one dick pic.” “What is your obsession with me?” I drawl. “Do I need Jensen to send you his PowerPoint on sex addiction?”
“Christ, Ryder. You married my ex-girlfriend,” he says flatly. “No, I married my wife.”
