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Why does this day feel like it’s lasted for years? I need a nap.
“I hope when you say helping him, it’s to your bed, because if not, then you, Leni, are a wasteful girl, and you know how Grammy Ruby felt about that.”
This is some first kiss kind of shit, and we are so not there. I don’t care if my lady bits just fired up like some NASA rocket that’s ready to launch, I don’t like Rogan Kendrick. I don’t care how kissable his lips might be or why he’s staring at me with such intensity. A girl’s gotta draw the line somewhere, and I draw it at magical enslavement.
Do not look at his lips. There will be no accidental leaning in. Get your shit together, Lennox!
and abracadabra, you’re there.” “Abracadabra? Really?” I tease. “What would you rather I say? Shazam? Boom shaka laka? Voilà?” “I mean, a simple yeet would have sufficed, but boom shaka laka is a solid choice as well.”
“Well, now that I’ve made this awkward, I’m just going to get out of the car and stand around until you tell me where to go,”
That’ll show this snooty bitch of an espresso maker what’s up. She doesn’t own me. I will prevail.
“Slap-happy, hangry, impatient, and then cuddle slut is a solid pattern for me,”
I have two warring arguments going on inside of me right now. One is pleading for me to hide, and the other wants to fuck shit up.
I purr as I sit back and pat my happy food baby.
“If you go straight up Karen and ask to speak to a manager, you’re on your own,”
The earth beneath our feet begins to undulate as though it’s really the sea and had us fooled the whole time.
I narrow my eyes at him—mentioning the thing we’re not supposed to be mentioning is not part of the plan.
Well, crap. I just handed over my king on that one. My vagina screams at me that’s checkmate, bitch, and then practically squeals with excitement, ready to be plundered.
“Here I was trying to find the bright side to being tethered to a possible immortal. But really you might be the immortal equivalent of premature ejaculation. That’s disappointing.” Rogan’s eyes widen with indignation. “You did not just call me that,” he challenges, and I bite back the laugh that wants to bubble out of me at the look on his face.
because this is the kind of kiss that changes everything.
An odd sense of loss trickles through me as he does, but I do my best to ignore it. So that was the best kiss I’ve ever had—it doesn’t mean anything. I’m not going to go full needy-Nancy and ask for a play-by-play of what the hell it all means. Nope. It’s fine. Casual. Just like I like it.
Just watching him floods my lady basement,
I chuckle softly and touch my hand to my mouth, a mantra of holy fucking shit repeating in my head.
Rogan chuckles, and Marx’s attention snaps from me to him. He studies Rogan for a beat, like he’s trying to puzzle something out. “You okay?” he finally asks. “You seem...different,” he points out suspiciously. Rogan’s brow lifts with surprise. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Marx continues to look at him as though he’s not buying it. His gaze flits to me for a fraction of a second and then settles back on Rogan. “Cough twice if you’re in danger,” he prompts out of nowhere. “What?” Rogan and I both ask at the same time. “Cough twice if you need help,” Marx clarifies, like it makes perfect sense.
He has an epic laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever heard happiness sound so good on someone.
“I’m sorry,” I start sheepishly. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so beautiful. I was momentarily caught up in it, and I missed either your hello or whatever question you might have asked me,” I confess.
