Seven Minutes

by A. Rayne

With her blonde, bouncy hair and her blue eyes, she’s a man’s wet dream.

there isnt an emoji for the face i just made

“Damon? Are you even listening to me?” Becca asks, but I push her forehead back with the tip of my pointer finger and walk past her until I’m a few feet away from the person I actually want to be talking to.

HA alright then

“Hmm, well, let’s see, I was doing really good until you guys walked over here. Now, I’m annoyed by your voice and thinking how rude it was to ignore my bestie, who is standing right next to me. Not even a single hello. That’s kind of an asshole-ish move if you ask me.”

this is so juvenile😭

Roman is the only one who knows how deep my obsession with Tate goes. And only because he helped me install the camera in her yard in the middle of the night a few months ago.

sure, why not

“Not so fast, Little Mouse.

NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN?? THIS IS THE 3rd BOOK NO

“You know your smile is beautiful. You should do it more often.”

“What I have planned for Tate will need a lot more than seven minutes,” he replies, slamming the door in her face before she can respond.

“Open,” he demands, and Ace follows his directions perfectly. I watch as he spits my release mixed with his spit right onto Ace’s waiting tongue.

“Such a pretty sight.” He pushes the hair from my face before looking up at Damon with a nod. And for some reason, that brings a smile to my face.

“The real question is why are you here, Becca?” I ask, crossing my arms.

HA