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“Hold on.” My eyes drop to the angry red splotches that are working their way up her neck. “This reaction is to the thought of dating?” She groans. “Stop saying it. It’s stressing me out.” “Lettie, look at me.” Slowly, she opens her eyes to meet mine.
That is so bizzare
“A cat is a new interest. I think I’ve always liked cats, just never gotten one until now.” He sighs. “Could it possibly be because they don’t travel well?” “Taylor Swift takes her cats everywhere. Even the TIME magazine cover shoot.”
Meredith, Olivia and Bejamin have the best lives
“I’ve been a Taylor stan for years. 1989 TV is lit.” “What’s TV?” I ask. He rolls his eyes. “Taylor’s Version. How do you not know that?”
All these Taylor Swift references are amazing
His voice is like butter melting on a hot biscuit.
Yummy
If I thought she was flawless before, now that I know she’s untouched, she’s even more perfect. And off-limits.
Gross
Holding the delicate platinum band between my fingers, I inspect the ring at every angle. The princess cut diamond shimmers as I rotate it under the light. The small diamonds surrounding the center stone only add to its brilliance.
Literally just described my wedding ring.
“Yeah, I get it. How are you feeling after last night? About the engagement?” “Angry. Confused. Hurt. I still can’t believe he fake proposed without talking to me.” “And I can’t believe he didn’t ask your dad. It’s tradition to ask for a daughter’s hand in marriage.” “Is that still a thing?” I ask. “It’s a tradition.”
Archaic gross tradition
“We figured it out, didn’t we?” I smile and I swear she smiles back. “Maybe this isn’t so—” I don’t get the words out before the baby projectile vomits all over me. I sit there, baby vomit sliding down my neck and chest. It’s warm, and thick, like somebody dumped a bowl of oatmeal on me. “Lettie!” “Yeah?” she calls, coming down the hallway toward us. “Oh, what—” “It threw up on me.” I inhale, then gag on the scent of baby vomit.
Lolololol
I wipe at my eyes. “I was telling Dad it feels like it’s been so long since we had a family dinner, and I’ve missed it, that’s all.” My mom’s question finally sinks in, and I glance between my parents. “Tell me what?” They share a look, and it makes my stomach drop. It’s not a typical look they share, filled with affection or warmth, understanding or passion. It’s a look of defeat. “What is it?” My mind is whirring. My subconscious kicking into high gear, thinking up every possible scenario. They’re moving. My dad lost his job. One of them is sick. Like really sick.
They are getting a divorce
That’s when I spot the pink splotches on his new white duvet. “Told you white wasn’t a good option,” I say when he walks back into the room, wet washcloth in hand. He picks up a rose petal. “That’s not you. That’s the rose petals.” “Oh.” Rhys gently wipes the warm washcloth between my legs, and it feels wonderful. While everything after the initial thrust had felt good, I can tell I’m going to be sore. When he’s done with me, he uses the washcloth to clean himself up. “Now, that’s you.” He lifts the cloth up for me to see a few red-tinged streaks. I wince. “Sorry.” “Don’t be. I like it.” “You
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This gave me the ick
She’s quiet a moment, before her mouth drops open in understanding. “Wait, did you take my underwear the night we hooked up here? I couldn’t find them the next morning.” There’s no point in keeping it a secret now. The corner of my mouth lifts. “Yeah, I did.” She shakes her head, confused. “What for?” “You really want to know?” I ask, pulling back the covers and climbing in next to her. “Um, yeah.” My hand wraps around her back so I can pull her closer to me. Then, I look her straight in the eyes. “I’ve been using them when I masturbate.” Her eyes widen, then her lashes start fluttering, like
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