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The girl has no idea that most of the time, I’m not even listening to what she’s saying. All I want is to watch her talk.
enhanced the natural color of her pink lips. I think it was the first time I’d felt winded without having run an all-out sprint. I recall wondering if I needed to spend my first period in the nurse’s office because my heart was beating so fast. It was the first time I’d had such a reaction to a girl.
“This song is for a Batgirl turning twenty-two this weekend. If she can hear me, I have a message for her . . .. Come find me, Batgirl.”
SQUEAL!!!!!!!!
My eyes attach to the smile she beams at me and I can’t help but think how cute that dimple is. “Because,” she giggles, “I’m your kryptonite.”
She was so warm and pliable in my arms, I felt like I was holding sunshine.
“You surpassed everything I ever imagined about you, Anisa.”
“I love every fucking one of your curves. Now, eat the damn pizza.”
“Either you walk upstairs with me now, Anisa, or I throw you over my shoulder and take you. Your choice.”
I’d lost my battle to her, and I’d never felt happier accepting defeat.
“Dinner’s on me, but dessert is always on you. You feel me, Batgirl?”
I’ve never been so insatiable, but she makes me ravenous.
“Baby, I would fucking eat concrete if you made it with as much love. Yes, I hate grape jelly, but I’ve always loved you more.”
They say if you find true love, you should hold on to it. But how do you hold on to something that’s woven into the fabric of your soul?
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