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Ah, home sweet, safe house away from home.
It's not safe for women to walk this area alone in the dark. Unless, of course, you're a scarier monster than the ones who go bump in the night around here. Boo, motherfuckers.
Somehow I've become a poet for this woman, and we've only exchanged a handful of words.
Well, now that Netflix and wine are canceled due to nerves, I'm all out of sorts. I have a ritual, damn it! A routine! Kill and chill.
When Lucas started describing her "moss-colored green eyes," we all let out a sigh and shut him up before he could create a sonnet in her honor.
It works out especially well for us because of our personalities. My requirement for a schedule, a plan. Han's need to take care of someone. When I end up in a deep-dive online and lose track, he’s always there to pull me away and get me back to where I should be.
Han continues as he rubs his arm. "You've met Lucas, who has already informed us that you're getting married this spring. Best wishes and congratulations. Although, with the way you took him down, I'd say the relationship is on the rocks."
I shake my head in response to Jacob's earlier question, then raise the mug to finish my beverage. I glance at the bottom of the cup and see the words printed: You've just been poisoned. It's a joke, right? Right?
She's done it all alone this far, and we'd be assholes to think she couldn't do it without us just because she's suddenly part of our team. Only a dumbass would try to change this creature currently strutting up the street ahead of me, hypnotizing me with the sway of her full hips.
Bras are the devil; underwire, an addendum to Eve's original sin punishment. Straps that dig into shoulders while supporting big tits are the worst.
I plan to woo you." He emphasizes the last bit with a waggle of his eyebrows. Oh, my jaded heart just did a little thump thingy inside my rib cage.
