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Jamie Streicher’s forearms could get a woman pregnant.
Pippa Hartley is standing in my living room, playing with the dog, and I can’t breathe. When I opened the door, I thought I was hallucinating.
I’m Pippa, she said at the door, like she didn’t remember me. I don’t know why that made me so disappointed.
Over the summer, I saw his stupid, punchable face on a billboard and nearly drove off the highway.
There’s no way I can tell her the truth—that she’s the girl I was obsessed with for two years in high school.
Nevertheless, I take them. I can’t see that look of disappointment on her face again.
I open the container and shove one into my mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as the sugar hits my tongue, and I nearly moan in ecstasy. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.
bought a few plants to make it feel more personal.
Girl shouldnt you be saving?!
Whether I want to be or not, I’m still so attracted to this girl.
I want to kill that guy for making her feel like this.
I can’t handle a sad Pippa.
“Move in with me.”
meet his piercing gaze, blinking in confusion. “Yeah. He’s young. Probably my age. He’s a personal trainer.” Jamie’s gaze turns cold before he prowls to the door. “I’m coming with you.”
Maybe she wants to spend more time with me, too.
I remember the low groan I heard from his room this morning. I keep telling myself it was just him stretching, waking up. He said he was sore.
“I thought you were gorgeous, too,” he murmurs, looking at me in a way that makes me feel like I can’t breathe. “Even back then.”
Or maybe she was sent from the devil, because Pippa is tempting as hell.
She lights up, lifting her hand in a quick, shy wave that makes the corner of my mouth tip up. I wave back, and the frustration I felt moments before melts away.
My mom likes Pippa and asks about her every time I call, and I like that, too.
I like that after the game, Pippa and Daisy will be at home.
My heart stops when I see Rory fucking Miller grinning down at Pippa, predatory gaze locked on her.
My heart is still banging like a drum, so I look at Jamie while I sing, because something about him makes me feel like this is going to be okay.
His eyes flash with heat. “That was fucking amazing.” His hand comes to the back of my neck and he drags my mouth to his.
sigh and set my hands on his shoulders before he slips my shoe on and buckles the delicate strap.
“I’m very good with my fingers.”
Ok then!
“I’m sorry.” His eyes pin me, raking over my hair, my face, my collarbone. “You look beautiful.”
“I’m your goalie,” he says. “I’ll block all your shots tonight.”
“I know.” I laugh quietly. “You’re Mr. Responsible.” His gaze drops to my mouth, and my blood spikes with electricity. “Not always,”
“How do you two know each other?” she asks, still gazing at him. His hand returns to my lower back. “I’m her boyfriend.”
His hand slides up my back, over the bare skin of my shoulders, before it rests on the part where my shoulder meets my neck. It’s a possessive gesture that makes my heart beat harder, and every brain cell in my head stumbles.
“Wow.” Alissa tilts her head at me, blinking. “So soon.”
You prick
Every woman knows this look. It’s the one I shoot Hazel sometimes that means we will gossip about this later.
Zach’s in my face, wrapping me in a hug.
Ewwwww
our ears brush.
He’s wearing a fluorescent yellow hoodie with reflective strips, what people on construction sites wear as safety gear, and I kind of hate him for
Ew what the flip?! To a party no.
pulls me into his lap.
“What the fuck am I supposed to think, Pippa?” His green eyes flash and he grips my hip harder.
“You pulled out all the stops for this guy.” He runs his free hand back through his hair, messing it up. “It’s the ultimate revenge, isn’t it? To make him want you back?” His teeth clench. “To make him beg to fuck you?”
“The ultimate revenge would be fucking you.”
I miss the songbird.
My mouth curves up. “Holy shit,” Owens says down the table, pointing at me. “He smiles.”
I like Pippa, and not just because I want to fuck her. I like talking to her, I like hanging out with her, and I like living with her. She makes those cupcakes for me. She’s funny, sweet, and beautiful.
“Five hundred bucks to get me home as fast as you can,”
Damn hes stressed
Now the whistle blows, and he gets a penalty.
She’s mine, not his.
Her gaze goes to Miller, with his stupid arm still thrown around Pippa, and she makes a face of disgust.
“Aren’t you going to say I grew up well, too?” His eyes glitter with amusement.
Ew cocky
We won’t be fooling around anymore, but I can’t seem to stay away from my pretty assistant.
He made it his background.
