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“What’s the hurry, darlin’?” “My life,” I mumble.
I don’t know why, but that annoys me even more.
Me when everything
It was supposed to be a one-time thing, and now he’s in my face and I don’t like it. No, that’s not true. I love having his face near mine. He’s so sexy, and he smells so good, like sandalwood and citrus.
But there’s no time for that. Time is a concept that doesn’t exist in my life, and John Tucker is too big a distraction.
There’s a gentleness on his face as he watches me
Tucker forces me to sit, then drops down beside me and plants one hand on my knee, as if he’s afraid I might bolt. Which I was totally considering doing before that big hand made contact.
“What did you text me?” I blurt out. He gives a mysterious smile. “Guess you’ll never know.” Despite myself, I smile back. “It was something sexy, wasn’t it?” He whistles innocently. “It was!”
“And how would you know that?” He shrugs. “I’ve been asking around.” He has? Crap. As flattering as that is, I’m kind of scared to know who he’s been asking and what they’ve been telling him.
I know I come off as aloof at times— Fine, bitchy. Aloof is just a nice word for bitchy. And while I’m not thrilled that my classmates think I’m a bitch, there’s not much I can do about that.
I don’t have the time or energy to make small talk, or to grab coffee after class, or to pretend that I have anything in common with the wealthy, elitist kids that make up most of this college.
Pls this ugh
“For a date,” he says simply. “One date. Maybe it’ll end with us fucking again—” My body sings in delight. “—or maybe it won’t. Either way, I wanna see you again.”
Damn, who would’ve thought that gingers could be so hot?
“I don’t care when. You want to grab a bite late at night, fine. Early in the morning, cool, as long as I don’t have practice. I’m willing to pla...
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“Why? I mean, I know we rocked each other’s worlds, but why are you so hard up on seeing me again?”
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Oh my fucking God. I start to shoot to my feet.
“Chill, Sabrina. I’m not saying I’m in love with you.” He’d better not be!
“Make up your mind, darlin’. Do you want me to be infatuated with you, or do you want me to not give a shit?” Both! I want both, and that’s the problem, damn it.
I think you’re the most fascinating guy I’ve ever met. I think you’re amazing in bed and I want to fuck you again. I think if I was capable of having my heart broken, you’d have the power to break it.
“I want to get to class, that’s all.”
Sure, darlin’, I’ll give up—for now. But expect me to keep chasing you until I wear you down.
“Jesus fuck, you’re worse than Antoine and Marie-Thérèse.” My head swings back. “Excuse me?” “Forget it,” he mutters. Who the fuck are Antoine and Marie-Thérèse? Just like Dean knows all my friends, I know all of his, and I’m pretty sure we don’t know anyone with those names.
Maybe a stellar Yelp review will take the guys and me to some amazing bar in her neighborhood. Maybe we’ll bump into each other. Maybe— Maybe you’re turning into a stalker?
My stepfather nudges me as I walk by. “She’s talking to you.” “No shit. Because she knows talking to you is like talking to her couch. She gets the same results.”
Congratulations on your admission to Harvard Law School! I hope you will join us in Cambridge as part of the class of—
The biggest smile known to mankind spreads across my face. My hunger, my exhaustion, my irritation with Ray is all wiped away.
“I…got in.” The words come out on a squeak of breath. I repeat myself, and this time I’m screaming. “I got in! Oh my God! I got in!”
I wave the letter in the air as I dance wildly around the kitchen. I don’t usually allow myself to drop my guard in front of Ray, but the bas...
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“Nah, this doesn’t make her special or anything,” Ray drawls. “She’s got two holes like any other bitch. Three if you count her mouth.”
A rush of shame washes over me, but I’m not sure what I’m feeling ashamed about. My ugly, rundown home? My cheap clothes? Myself in general?
I’m trashy. I live with trashy people. I belong in a trashy place.
how to tell her that where she works doesn’t make a shit’s worth of difference to me.
I clench my fists against my thighs. I have to, or I’m going to pound Hollis’s brother into mincemeat and then Hollis will be pissed off.
Sabrina returns with a tray in her hand, and all my attention instantly belongs to her.
I stare at her in admiration, wishing I could run after her and give her a hug.
Me, I’m wholly focused on Sabrina. I sneak glances at her every other second, barely paying attention to what’s going on around me.
but my entire world has been reduced to Sabrina James.
And he says he isn’t in love w her
Every time she walks past our table, I fight the urge to pull her into my lap and kiss her senseless.
“Hey, handsome,” she greets me. “I didn’t know you were coming here. I thought I was meeting up with you tomorrow.”
“Couldn’t wait,” I say truthfully. “Happy New Year, darlin’.”
“We better get going or all my good intentions are going into the shitter.” “I thought your good intentions were to fuck me into tomorrow,”
“Oooh, sounds like a mystery. I like mysteries.” And I’d like to eat you up.
stretch my arm across the car and slip my hand behind her head. It’s been a long time since I’ve touched her, and I need this small connection.
“No, you’re gorgeous, but you said you’ve been sick,” and you feel fragile—like brittle glass—under my hand, “And I want to take care of you.”
“I’m pretty sure everyone here thinks I’m a prostitute,”
“If they do, it’s because that’s the only way someone as hot as you is allowing me to put my grubby mitts all over your body.”
“Bullshit, but that’s a nice ...
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“I’d kiss you right now, but since I haven’t seen you in ten days, I’d probably lose control and t...
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“Then I’ll be extra tender tonight.” I
Meanwhile, I press the heel of my hand against my cock and order myself to act like I’ve had sex before.
she’s the hottest thing on the planet.
