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“Babe, you’ve got the kind of body that boys build in their heads under the sheets after dark.”
I truly believe that all body types are beautiful. It’s only when I look in the mirror that I forget.
From the first whistle, Coach has been on a rampage like he just found out Jake Connelly knocked up his daughter or something.
“Society tells boys to divide and conquer, and tells girls to save ourselves for some younger future version of our father. Just doing some quick math in my head and…yep, that comes out to a bunch of hypocritical bullshit. Your self-worth is not tied up in your vagina or how many girls came before you.”
“This is Coach’s house.” She blinks. “I don’t understand what you mean.” “I mean this is Coach Jensen’s house. Forty-two Manchester Road.” “But this is Chad’s house.” A strangled laugh pops out. “Hey babe, let’s play a game—” “What are you babbling about?” “—It’s called ‘Guess Coach Jensen’s first name.’” There’s a beat. Then Taylor’s cheeks go pale. “Oh my God. IS IT CHAD?” “It’s Chad,” I choke out between hearty chuckles. I can’t stop laughing. I know, I know, a total dick move, but come on—what are the fucking odds?
THE MOST CHAOTC DINNER
“Fucking hell!” Coach thunders, lunging toward the oven. I’m not sure what stops me from just throwing the door closed. Probably the thick cloud of smoke pouring out and distorting my field of vision. “Oh my God! Dad! THIS IS WHY I DON’T LET YOU COOK!”
Jesus 💀
“I’m sorry, Conor. It’s over.”
Okay I’m sorry- this book is getting demoted to a 3.75 for this. Wtf.
“You’re right.” He pauses for a beat. “Maybe I should.” I blink and suddenly Conor is yanking off his shirt. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Empathizing.” He kicks off his shoes. “Stop it,” I order. “No.” His socks go next. Then he drops his pants in the middle of my living room and pushes his boxers down his legs. “Conor, put your fucking pants back on.” And yet my eyes can’t pry themselves from his dick. It’s just so…there. Without another word, he strides out the front door.
LMAO
“Stop encouraging him,” I yell back at the spectators. I refocus my attention on Conor and his amazing, swinging penis and groan in frustration. “Will you please stop!” “Never. I’ve gone completely mad for you, Taylor Antonia Marsh.” “That’s not even my middle name!” “It’s a middle name and I don’t care, if this is what I have to do to take away your embarrassment, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.”
THIS IS SO FUNNY- I’m shitting myself right now
“Edwards!” someone thunders. A car rolls up, and from the driver’s side window Chad Jensen pokes his head out. “What the hell are you doing running around with no pants on? Put your damn cock away!” Conor glances over at the car, completely unfazed. “Hey Coach,” he drawls. “What’s up?” When he realizes my mother is in the passenger side, he offers a sheepish smile. “Doctor Mom, good to see you again.”
NOT THE COACH AND MOM
