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A smile curves across my face. Smoking hot, bright as the sun, and a hard worker? Damn. My mom would love this girl.
Oh yeah. This guy loves her
“Why would I want someone easy?”
I’ve never met a guy who can throw out phrases like “love at first sight” and “something magical happened” without at least having the decency to blush or look mortified.
“Boston’s a big place—you really expected to randomly run into me?” “Expected, no. Hoped? Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“No pressure. But if you’re worried that I’m going to judge where you live, stop right now. I don’t care if you live in a mansion or a shack. I just want to spend time with you, wherever and whenever.”
“So money doesn’t matter once you get down to it. It doesn’t matter how thin or thick anyone’s wallet is. We all hurt. We all love. We’re the same. And your past, who you live with, where you came from, it doesn’t have to matter. You’re creating your own future, and I want to see where the road forward takes you.”
When he kisses me, it’s not anything like our previous encounters. Those were rough, hot, and sexually charged. This kiss is petal-soft and sweet as the syrup he ladles onto his words. It feels like he’s pouring tenderness over my head by the gallon. With each press of his lips against mine, he’s
repeating his promise to give me nothing more than what I ask for. And it’s this kiss. This sweet, tender, thoughtful kiss that scares me more than anything I’ve ever felt.
“Dean shoved a dildo up his ass last night.”
“What’s your dick’s name?” “Uh-uh,” he scolds. “That’s wife knowledge. I can’t tell you until the honeymoon.”
I tuck a protective hand over my still-flat stomach. A smarter girl would get the procedure done, but I’m not that smart girl. Not today.
me. If you don’t have to work hard for something, then how can it ever truly be rewarding?
For the past eight hours, I’ve been about as helpful as a fish out of water. Or a fish in water, because what the fuck do fish really offer to society?
When I offer her some ice chips to chew on, she tells me to shove them up my ass. The one time I peeked over Dr. Laura’s shoulder at Sabrina’s lady parts, she told me that if I did that one more time, she’d break my hockey stick and stab me with it. The mother of my child, folks.
