Bad Boy Blues (St. Mary’s Rebels, #0)

by Saffron A. Kent

Standing has become such a chore and I wince as soon as my bony knees hit the floor. My hands stick out to catch my balance. But they accidentally land on the puddle of liquid, splashing it on the sleeves of my very white blouse.

Id run away

“Are you okay?”

Now you Wanna be all nice Jerkwad

But I do own you.”

Perv.

Without volition, I move toward them.

Idiogt.