Sin With Me (Bad Habit, #3)

by J.T. Geissinger

Most Hideous Female Who Ever Lived, Watching you sleep is like watching one of those foreign art-house movies that win all the awards for cinematography and production design because they’re so ravishingly beautiful and moving, even though no one has any idea what they’re actually about. If that makes me sound like I’ve ingested some incredibly potent drugs, it’s because I have: you. I’m high on you. (I know you know that’s the title of a Survivor song, but for the sake of romance, we’ll both pretend we don’t. I’m working on some better material. These things take a minute.) You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you. Also my dick decided it was time to start throwing his weight around again so I had to leave before he could bully me into sneaking in a few rubs against your criminally sexy bottom. Because hello, gross creeper. You see, chivalry isn’t dead! On a more serious note, I REALLY, REALLY hope you don’t wake up feeling any kind of regret or ickiness about what happened because it was hands down the most incredible experience I’ve had as a human since I was born. Also because you feeling bad about it would make me want to kill myself. So, no pressure. Not liking your ugly mug at all, Brody PS – Dude, get a nose job. Do you even own a mirror? PPS – I think you said my name in your sleep. #giddy PPPS – I looked at your feet. You were totally lying. They’re like TWO sizes different, Sasquatch.