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Eva pointed behind her in the direction her mother’s broom had flown in. “I’m sorry about Mom.”
Logically, I understood that falling for someone on the other side of a computer screen was basically guaranteeing you a spot in Stupid Assville, but I was. I had.
LOL!!
he was walking dynamite. It was like I hadn’t learned my lesson about mixing lust with incendiaries.
He was a black masterpiece, his beard connected, he was intelligent, and he had a smile his parents had likely spent thousands on.
like Auntie Tabitha says, “that’s your business.”
Dance, puppets, dance!
“I’m sorry.” He lowered his chin onto the top of my head. “I’ll make it up to you.” “You won’t get the chance.” “Yes, I will.”
He was also barefoot, and it was an unexpected kink, a barefoot man.
“What’s your type then?” Men who spray danger onto their clothes before leaving for work in the morning.
“And it is sacrilege, by the way, especially since I’m Cuban. They spit on me on the way out.” I burst out laughing. “You’re an idiot.”
Jacob swiped his hand through the air. “None of that. No insults. We raised you better than that. Keep it up and all you’re getting for Christmas is an ass whooping.”
