“So tell me something no one knows about you.” Who the fuck opens up with a question like that? Me, a motherfucking idiot, that’s who. She chokes on her drink in the most unladylike display I’ve seen of her. “What?” “Let’s play a game.” “Pick a different game. I don’t like this one.” She crosses her arms. My eyes drop straight to her cleavage because I lack self-control. Hello, brain. Meet the gutter you’re permanently moving into.
