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I think I’m in love. No, scratch that. I’m definitely in love with the girl in the middle of the dance floor wearing hot pink cowgirl boots, cutoff shorts, and a scowl.
Is it because the more I flirt, the more I try to charm her with my good looks, the more she dislikes me? Absolutely.
The harder I try to catch her, the further she runs.
“How about for one night, we pretend you don’t hate me, Viv?” “Why would I do that? Hating you is so much fun,”
I’m finally going to kiss this girl, and if I have anything to do with it, I’m going to spend the rest of the night kissing her like I’ve wanted to since the moment I met her.
He’s my best friend, but after tonight, he’s going to be my best friend from six feet under after he just ruined that moment.
“I prefer Daddy, but whatever works for you, babe.”
“What’s it going to be, Viv?” I pause, my gaze lingering on her blown pupils. “Are you going to waste more time pretending you don’t want this, or are you going to let me fuck the shit out of you?”
All I’ve done so far is kiss this girl, and I already know that one night will never be enough. It won’t even scratch the surface of the things I want to do to her. But if it’s all I get, I’m taking it.
Doesn’t she know at this point that her mouthy, bratty little comments only make my dick harder? A special kind of foreplay reserved just for the two of us.
Goddamnit, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I want her to ride my fucking face so I can drown in her. RIP me, death by pussy. What a fucking way to go.
RIP me, death by pussy. What a fucking way to go.
“Grab the headboard and ride my face.” Her eyebrows shoot up as if she didn’t expect me to want it, but I do, and right the fuck now, or I’ll, I dunno… die
Part of me regrets ever stepping foot in her dorm tonight. Ever touching her, kissing her, tasting her because I know that she’ll be stuck in my head like a sickness I can’t get rid of.
“Okay, let's see who will tap out first, All-Star."
I need to recharge after being around people for an extended amount of time, and the best place to do that is the comfort of my bed, surrounded by all the things I love.
Those stupid dimples. And his stupid, stupidly charming smile. And his unruly hair that he never brushes, I’m sure.
“Wow, it’s as if you were summoned. Like a demon or something,”
“Viv, it’s been too long since you insulted me. I forgot how much I missed it,”
You know how much I love bringing your ego down a few notches. Someone has to do it. I may even list it on my resume as my community service.” His smile only widens. He’s impossible. Undeterred.
“Because we’re your best friends, and you love our bromance, duh.” I grin, opening an eye to see him shaking his head. “Plus, who else would you listen to Taylor Swift in the car with? It’s weird if you do it alone.” “You listen to Taylor Swift while you work out,”
“Plus, who else would you listen to Taylor Swift in the car with? It’s weird if you do it alone.” “You listen to Taylor Swift while you work out,”
Plus, you know that ‘I Did Something Bad’ gets me in the zone. It’s my best pump.”
Of all the shit I saw on my bingo card for this year, this sure as fuck wasn’t on it.
“Let me get this straight,” Lane says through his wheezes. “Vivienne, the girl who can’t even stand to be in your presence for five minutes, is moving in with you. Into your actual house. With you still living there? Did you blackmail her? No, wait, she lost a bet, didn’t she? Did she hit her head and forget that she hates you? Got amnesia?”
These two. Comedians. Someone give them a fucking Netflix special.
You know what should actually be illegal? Sweating… in January. Not just sweating in January, but a shirtless, chiseled, and hot-as-shit Reese Landry sweating in January.
My best friend is so fucking weird, and I love every bit of her weirdness. She’s my other half. My inherently better half. And it’s times like this, when she’s this feral, unhinged, alien-loving, conspiracy theorist, that I know she’s my soulmate. Fuck a man being my soulmate. No, that’s my best friend, who’s been by my side through it all.
Fuck a man being my soulmate. No, that’s my best friend, who’s been by my side through it all.
“It wasn’t a mistake, Viv.” He snorts. “It was the best sex of my life, and it wasn’t a fucking mistake. Don’t say that shit.”
I’m ADHD as fuck,
“Total tool. He asked me what my bra size was, so I asked him what his IQ was.” “That’s my girl.”
“I’m going to walk into oncoming traffic now.”
“So much for that white flag, huh, Viv? Damn,” I tease. “You can’t just sneak up on women, Reese,” Viv mutters in self-defense. “It was a fight-or-flight reaction, and I just… reacted!”
“Aw, Reese, are you scared?” Her lip pokes out in a mock pout, and my gaze narrows. “That’s cute.” “Puppies are cute, Viv. I’m hot. But scared? Nah. Creeped the fuck out? Absolutely.
“But for what it’s worth, I really am sorry. I’m not a violent person or anything.” “Says the girl who might poison me,”
“No. No, Reese. Tell me you did not.”
“You used my body wash to… jack off?” I sputter. “Are you serious right now?”
“Fuck, my dick is actually tingling right now. And not in a good way. I think it’s going to fall off, Viv. This is serious. My dick can’t fall off. It’s my best feature.”
“Chill. Your dick is not going to fall off, Reese. Just go wash it off, and it should stop. It has mint in it. Probably why it’s tingling.” Relief floods his face. “Are you sure? Stop fucking laughing, Viv. This shit is not funny. My dick is important.” “Sure it is. I mean, not a hundred percent, but I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
“Are you plotting my murder?” “Burst into my room again without knocking and yes, I am. I told you I know how to hide a body. Did you think I was lying?”
I know firsthand that when a girl says everything is fine, it is in fact… not fine.
Lately, the things that make me happy have been taking a back burner, and it makes me feel even more drained.
But what do I love more? That as much shit as I give her, she gives it right back to me.
Damn, I think that’s a first. I made Vivienne Brentwood fucking blush.
“TAYLOR SWIFT? Why am I not even a little bit surprised?” Viv says, her eyes sparkling with amusement when I turn on my Range Rover and “Style” plays through the speaker. “Listen, she’s an icon, and I’m a fucking fan. It doesn’t make me any less of a man because I’m a Swiftie, alright?”
I just think some things are meant to be held close to you. Music happens to be one of them.”
“My favorite. I will physically fight you over a SweeTart.” That’s exactly who Vivienne is. Sweet as fuck when she’s dripping on my tongue, but tart and prickly the rest of the time. Good thing I like it both ways.
“Have some faith in me, woman. I could legit hip-thrust your entire body and not break a sweat. Have you seen these thighs? Catcher thighs, baby.”
“Okay, goods secured. Let me down.” “Nah, I think I’ll just keep you up here with only a box of Cookie Crisp to defend yourself with.” “Rude.”
