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“You genuinely mean that? She’s not weirded out?” “Why would she be weirded out? Because you happened to think she has a really great ass? Anyone with eyes can see that.” His green orbs widen. God, I love fucking with him. “You do know.” “Haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about, buddy.” I pat him on the cheek condescendingly.
curve. “But save that thought for later.”
I’m sorry, it just hit me that they have BARELY spoken about the sex tape that was playing at that party.. How come? Shouldn’t They be, like, devastated?
“Oh, and Davenport?” “What?” “You might want to rethink that little nickname you have for her. Because by the way she rules your ass, Jazz is a motherfucking queen.”
He’s not wrong—Jazz is a motherfucking queen. But he left out one very important distinction. She’s my motherfucking queen.
I don’t understand why Jazz didn’t call me, though, and why she ran in the first place.
Well it’s FUCKING OBVIOUS!!?! SHE SAW YOU, ASSHOLE
Haha, like he’s a real person and can hear me
“That everything you’ve said to me isn’t an act?” “Because if you’d get out of your own goddamn head for a second, you’d see the truth staring you in the face. You just need to look, Jazz.” “And what’s that?” “That I fucking love you, all right? I didn’t want to. God knows I fought it, but I couldn’t stop it. I. Fucking. Love. You.”
Aw…
I’m still mad though
“I know, baby. And I’m so fucking sorry.” He scoots closer and rests his forehead against mine. “I need you, Jazz. We’re so close, but I can’t do this without you.”
Oh he actually apologized
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter to myself. “Peyton’s pussy is like a goddamn clown car.”
HAHAHAHA
“I love you, too, Kingston.” I couldn’t fight the smile stretching across my face if I tried. “Yeah?” Jazz nods. “Yeah.” “Good.” I squeeze her ass cheeks. “Because if you didn’t, that would’ve been really fucking awkward.”
I pop the P at the end.
God I hate when author’s write this
Jazz Rivera is the one. The only. I want this woman to have my babies. I want her face to be the one I see every morning when I wake up, and every evening before I fall asleep. I want to laugh with her, hold her when she cries, fuck her until she sees stars. I want us to grow old together and watch our children have their own children.
