Him (Him, #1)

by Sarina Bowen

“Omigod, Ryan Wesley! Congratulations!”

ah shit he has my name

Last I saw him, he was sucking on a bottle of whiskey like he was trying to make it come.

JDKSKSJDJ?

Annnd now I’m thinking about his tongue. Jesus fuck.

hehehehhehehhe

“Jesus Christ!” “I still go by Wes,” he says,

LOLLLLL

“Yep.” I walk to the door, glancing at him over my shoulder. “So…lunch?”

i thought wes just allegedly went for lunch

Jesus. Good thing he’s not a traffic cop, because he’s sending enough mixed signals to cause a ten-car pileup.

LOL

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the day Pat walked into the gym and found us—me, flat on my stomach with Jamie’s knee digging into the back of my neck, while I yelled “Ballsack!” over and over again.

i’m cackling

so I break our kiss to squint at them in the dark. “Canning,” I whisper. “Are you wearing your boxer shorts with kittens?”

did he not see them when they turned the light on the gather the skittles?

I hesitate for a beat, then study the store hours posted next to the door. The shop’s closing at nine.

What tattoo shop closes at nine???

And the rest of you get the heck out of my kitchen.”

real