Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

The man looks and fucks like a Greek god. He’s fiercely protective and also surprisingly kind. Soak my panties and sign me the fuck up.

She’s not choosing him. She’s not choosing me. She’s choosing us. We could both fight it, tear each other apart in the process, but in the end, it will only hurt her. She wants us, and whatever she wants, she gets.

a waitress in lingerie comes up to us, smiling widely. “What can I get you all?” “Tequila?” Zayden suggests. “No!” Dom and I shout at the same time, turning to each other and chuckling before I look at her.

Lmaooo tramatized from Truth or Shot

I see the waitress set down our drinks on the table, giving me a subtle wink of encouragement as she does. So she’s obviously a girl’s girl, and I instantly love that.

Periodddd!!! As girls dooooo

Do they always finish each other’s sentences, and I’m just now realizing it?