“Look at the size difference,” her brother had snickered, and without missing a beat, she nailed him right in the balls again, without even glancing over her shoulder, like her foot had built-in dick detection. I knew I loved her then, but when I picked up the bottle of tequila on my nightstand and filled two shot glasses? When I held one out to her, grinning, and her eyes dipped to it before she said, “At ten a.m.?” When I repeated those three words back to her, and her eyes met mine again in a challenge, a spark that lit her from the inside out, stealing every ounce of that fear as she blew
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