The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

I needed to hold onto my mantra that big girls don’t cry and all of that.

We were basically just badasses whose badassery was a ritual in and of itself.

“Because I have a boyfriend.” “You should probably put him on notice then, sunshine,” he murmured with a slightly crazed grin. “Of what?” I whispered. “Of the fact he’s about to lose his girl.”

Good job, Ari, I told myself. Because it was important to give yourself mental high fives when you were fucking amazing.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, setting aside my new inkling that Lincoln was either a psychopath…or the smartest person I knew.

Hes the latter my friend...

Strawberry frosting on my dick. A dickcake. Brilliant.

“You’re not going to regret this. You’re not going to regret us.”

"I know, sunshine. But I knew what you were the moment I met you." “Oh yeah, and what is that?” “Mine,” he said softly, without a trace of indecision.

He winked at me and I was a pool of lust. Men that looked like him, acted like him, breathed like him…they should not be allowed to wink.

My eyes widened, because golly gee willikers, I’d died and gone to heaven. Blake had a dirty mouth.

So when you tell me you hate this perfect fucking body that I worship with every part of my fucking soul…well, we can’t

“Every time you feel pain…hurt me instead. Let me take it from you.”

“Carve your name…carve your pain…I don’t care what you do, but hurt me instead,”

all’s well that ends well to end up with you.

I dont think taylor swift meant for your man to stalk your life but sure if thats how youre interpreting it!

Now I just lived in a constant state of happiness, like an eternal high.

Same bestie