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“Only crazy drunk uncles and psycho ex-girlfriends cut into a wedding cake before the bride and groom.”
“You look at me and you see wife potential, don’t you? Another prize for your shelf. A game to be won. But I’ve been someone’s wife, Ryan,” she goes on, her gaze hardening as she drops her hands away from me. “And I will never be a man’s trophy again. We can laugh and dance and tease each other all night long. But when that sun rises, you’ll see the truth. You’ll see me for all that I am. And what I am is a waste of your time.”
It’s about to be David versus Goliath, and I left my slingshot in my other pencil skirt.
I’m free, I repeat to myself as I begin to pack. I’m wild and fun and fucking free.
I’m going to make it one day without tears this holiday season, or I’ll walk into the ocean and join the turtles permanently.
I know what’s not happening. I’m not moving in with Tess Owens. Life simply isn’t that cruel…or that kind.
He practically screams ‘fuckboy.’ I bet he has exactly two things in his pocket: his car keys and a condom.
“The rules are simple: We’re friends who fuck to feel good. You can’t offer more. I’m not taking more. I’m asking you, as your friend, if you’d like to orgasm on my face. Say yes, and I’ll even let you pick which episode of SOA we watch after.”
Oh my god, I’m dead. Here lies Tess, passed away from too much sexual tension.
It feels like my body is shaking with this hunger, like I’m a Transformer low on energon and she is my source. I need more. I need her.
