Smut

by Karina Halle

Also, I lost my bra last night so I’m wearing Saran Wrap instead.

I’m not socially awkward, but to be honest, most people are total morons, and my tolerance for them isn’t very high.

Her obvious dislike of me has led to my dislike of her, and my dislike of her has led to me, well, trying to get a rise out of her whenever I can.

She holds up a brush like a serial killer wields a knife, and just as manic.

His smile is infectious. Then again, so was the plague.

“I’m a liar and a thief. A thief of a heart that shouldn’t belong to me. A

thief of a heart that was easily taken. But I am one man, with two hearts, and none of them are my own.”

My idea of romance is a guy who will take me to see an Avengers film and doesn’t mind dressing up like Loki afterward.

Thank god for e-readers. You can read the filthiest shit and pretend you’re engrossed in War and Peace.