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“How the hell am I better with girls?” I haven’t been on a date in over a year, which means I haven’t had sex in over a year, which means I haven’t seen an actual pair of tits in a year. My dating life is fucking pathetic.
Daydreaming is food for the soul, my grandmother used to tell me. Don’t be stingy with your dreams, Skylar. Close your eyes and imagine…
“Oh honey, I’m judging you anyway. Because I’m your friend and that’s what friends do.”
JB wasn’t the one making me laugh. JB wasn’t the one giving me butterflies in my stomach. JB wasn’t the one giving me false hope. JB wasn’t the one causing me to daydream through my classes. None of that was JB. It was Abe. Abe Davis is a liar.
‘The second I saw Skylar, it was like a punch to the gut. I knew I wasn’t going to make it out the other side without some collateral damage.’”
“Dry-humping you is neat and all, and I want you to stroke my cock, but what I really want is to fuck you. So bad.” He wants to fuck me? That’s great news! It’s none of those things I just mentioned; forget I said all that.
I fucking love her. One swipe. One date. Sweet. Salty. Bratty. Kind—and all mine.
He prattles on, “Oh! They see us!” Zeke’s arm goes up to wave. “How nice, the little blonde one is pointing over here and your girlfriend keeps slapping at her hand like you’re doing to me.” He grabs my limp arm by the wrist, creating a floppy salute. “Wave and say hello, shithead.”
“Blah blah blah, I’m Skylar and my boyfriend is stronger than Hercules.”
“Because he came in one minute and forty-seven seconds!” Hannah shouts from her bedroom. “I timed it. Sorry folks—I am what I am!”
