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Stop staring at me, fucker.
Starting off strong.
Who travels in fucking Louboutin heels?
Rich people.
still don’t know his name, but his cock is nice, and that’s all that really matters.
Wait is sawyer a guy?
“For a pregnancy test and a pack of cigarettes?”
Okay, so it is a girl.
“Thank you. I grew them myself.”
This comment. Oh my god
“That will puncture a lung.”
I am weak
“Be careful, though. The beans will give you flatulence.” “Sawyer, stop fucking talking.” “It’s helping with my anxiety.” “Yeah, well, it’s not helping with my headache. Now get behind me. I want to make sure it’s safe first,”
Sawyer nudges my arm from behind and whispers, “See, the bean gods did bless us. With coffee beans.”
As if I don't have dried blood on the side of my face, but what-the-fuck-ever.
“No more running, baby. I want him to come looking for you just so I can have the privilege of ending his life for touching what’s mine.”
“I called you weak,” he states. “Why didn’t you correct me?” “Because I am—” “You’re not,” he interjects, voice hard and unyielding. “You’re not weak, Sawyer. You’re exceptional. And I’m sorry I ever validated that misconception.”
