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“Okay, okay. Don’t have a candlegasm.”
Turns out Jane was right; one shot didn’t hurt us, but I’m starting to think the fourth might be doing some damage.
Iz is the definition of the ‘lover not a fighter’ type. They’re always pining after some girl and making big romantic gestures with flowers and curated playlists.
gay
“Such math. Much economics. Very money.”
it’s giving millennials
I wanted her to work me so hard I collapsed on the field, and then I wanted her to show me what I earned for being so good for her.
AYOO
“You guys, the sparkles are digging into my vagina!”
Why does she have to have such amazing tits?
you’re no better than a man
I let out a moan that makes her growl.
WHY ARE WE GROWLING
She’s a whole universe slowly unfolding itself in front of me, and there’s something humbling and precious about that.
“My life hasn’t been much more exciting than endless study sessions and dragging my ass to practice, exceeeept for last night at the boyfriend’s when we may or may not have used a cock ring for the first time.”
HELLO??
She’s directly across from me, and we keep locking eyes, smiling and looking away, then locking eyes again. It’s very gay.
“Fuck, Hope. I need you to lick me. I need you to lick me now.”
💀
“Oh my god! We totally desecrated your grandma’s quilt! We had very explicit, sensual lesbian sex on it! Oh my god, what have we done?”
“Oh my god, you have! When? Tell me everything!” “It was, uh...a couple nights ago. After the game.” “So much scoring in one day!”
BYEEE
She grins. “I’d like that too. It’s pretty nice to see you interested in something other than lacrosse, to be honest. She must have really nice boobs or something.” I laugh and then tip my head back to rest on the top of the couch. “Ugh, she does. So nice. I can’t mess this up, Kala.”
NO BETTER THAN A MANNNN
“They are very cute,” I say without looking away from her.
Daenerys Targaryen and Leonardo the Ninja Turtle: an unlikely alliance, but an alliance nonetheless.
“Why do you have flowers?” I ask. “Aren’t I supposed to do that? Oh shit, should I have done that?” She laughs. “You’re more than enough. They just had this little stand of them in the duty free area, and I had to get them because the pink ones reminded me of...um...you know.” I squint. She raises her eyebrows up and down, and I burst out laughing. “Hope Hastings, did you seriously buy a bouquet of flowers solely because they remind you of my vagina?”
