Luckily, it was one of those styles that looked better the messier it was, but a strange current kept my lips sealed and my body taut when Christian lifted his hand to tuck the stray hair behind my ear.
HAIR TUCKING EVERY SINGLE FREAKING TIME OML I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM BUT HAIR TUCKING IS SO CUTE OMG
The question was simple: Who would you rather cuddle with? Mr. Harper or Mr. Unicorn? “You’re losing, by the way,” Stella said. “Mr. Unicorn is beating you 53 to 47 percent.”
“Please. I’m sorry. I—Oh God.” He let out a pained sob. The sharp smell of urine filled the air. Oh, for fuck’s sake. That was a custom-made leather chair.
“Don’t worry about reimbursing me for the wasted alcohol,” I said. “I’ll take it out of your account. Argent Bank, account number 904058891314, routing number 087945660, correct?”