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Right. Because it was easy to forget six and half feet of asshole, who looked like a Greek god, with the personality of a garden gnome.
I really, really needed to have a serious chat with him before I slipped and fell onto his dick.
Storms are my new favorite weather event. I hope it storms every night forever.” Every night. Forever.
“I’m your worst fucking nightmare, new girl.
Andrew might think this was a short-term assignment, but I knew better. She was ours now. For good.
