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Who talked about their feelings?
“I’m so glad you’re okay.” I gave him a small smile. “I prefer barely functioning and extremely sexy.”
Sun god, messing with him filled me with an immense amount of personal satisfaction.
Every day, I hated people a little more.
If he was fire, then she was kerosene.
“This is why I’m going to exterminate all men.”
“I’m too pretty for war,” she whined. I nodded in agreement and said sarcastically, “Military uniforms have never been my style. I don’t have the boobs for a slutty soldier look. It will make me look too boxy.” Sadie gasped on a watery sob. “I just want to read smutty books and have family dinners. Maybe stab a couple of people who deserve it and call it a day. Not lead a war.”
It was nice to watch him squirm. Truly the highlight of my day.
Sun god, it was hard work being a whore. But somebody had to do it.
The man kissed like he was drowning and I was air. He consumed me like he was trying to meld himself with me. Like he was trying to crawl under my skin. He didn’t kiss me like a friend. He kissed me like he was my destiny.
he ate me out like a starving man.
She was so powerful and strong. She was everything. But above all else, she was my best friend.
She was the definition of a muse. She was ethereal. She was hilarious. She was breathtakingly gorgeous.
The scar was sexy yet understated; slutty yet slightly horrifying. It made me feel dangerous.
Oh, to be a delusional teenager. Must be nice.
Not to get political, but men suck.
It was pure blackmail. It almost made me respect him.
