Stalker Problems (The Society #1)

by Ivy Smoak

What kind of psychopath calls someone’s phone? Had they not heard of texting?

And apparently now that I was almost 30, I couldn’t drink vodka out of a wine glass at 3 in the morning and expect to feel okay when I woke up. Getting old sucks.

"Picture if Zac Efron and Chris Hemsworth had a baby. I mean, don't picture the actual birth. Or the gay sex. Just picture the full-grown male result of their DNA combining."

blot my face again and we somehow started slapping at each other’s hands repeatedly in what I can only describe as…ridiculousness. Tanner started laughing and grabbed both of our arms. I tried to fight against his grip, but he was too strong. “I’m sorry, Master,” said Nigel. “I shouldn’t

He groaned and shoved his thumb into my mouth.

If this was what being weird together meant, I wanted more of it. I closed my lips around his thumb and sucked hard. “Fuck,” he hissed.

He reached out and tucked a strand of my matted hair behind my ear. “Be my girlfriend.”

“Are you stalking me, baby?” he asked as he pulled me into his arms. He didn’t wait for a response. He just kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in years. He groaned into my mouth.