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swallow; I’m a sucker for necks,
C’est à cause des gars comme lui qu’on a un code vestimentaire ridicule 🖕
“Should I do it again?” I ask. “It looks like something a baby Jackson Pollock painted.” The laugh that blurts out of her mouth surprises me.
Messy signatures to get.”
I love hier
“They’re Dior,”
“Because I want to take you out to a nice dinner. And after that, I want to have you for dessert. All. Night. Long,”
Heuuu monsieur ok est juste à la page 13 là tu fais quoi va prendre un thé et va t’asseoir , merci
“I wouldn’t have a meal with you if you tipped me a hundred thousand dollars.”
LETS GO GIRL
“You’re not refusing being the meal though. Trust me, I could make you feel like the most delectable dessert known to mankind.”
Hum non merci mdr
“My-Linh? You okay?” Sandy asks, his voice filled with a tenderness he usually only reserves for puppies.
“Fucking men!” he yells and takes our hands. “Come on, no better way to keep the fucking men away than with a mouth full of garlic breath!” He drags us past the cab stand and down the street to our favorite gyro stand.
“Pinky swear?”
Hum…. Ouin non ça va pas le faire
Something makes me want to wrap my arms tight around her, protecting that purity.
While also wanting to ravage every last ounce of it out of her.
Wow, what’s up his ass? I would’ve thought getting laid last night would’ve relaxed him. Maybe she just hadn’t done it for him. Maybe he just took her home and
sat her there while he made random statements at her and made her nod and say “Yes, sir, whatever you say, sir.”
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re a hugger. I usually freak people out when they reach out for a handshake and I pull them in like I’m their old aunt Ida,” she says. “No way, hugger all the way,”
Panty dropping, gagging for it, lose your mind hot.
Is he serious? Does he take special dick pills in the morning or does he just come up with this smug, superior bullshit all on his own?
Every time. Every time I’m near her, I want her. Every single time.
And yet all I can think about is her spreading something else.
Tu n’émarve ferme ta yeule
“Come on, come on, hurry the fuck up!”
“Fucking hell! Work, you piece of shit!”
“I wouldn’t want to have sex with you, because that’s the worst fucking way to describe what I’ve wanted to do to you from the first moment I saw you.”
I want to make you scream until you’re hoarse and yet you’ll keep screaming, screaming for mercy, as I make your body mine. Fuck you until you forget any man before me ever looked at you, touched you, kissed you.
Fuck. Not the neck. Not the fucking neck.
back. “Fuck me, Damien. Just fuck me.”
sound. I turn and slide between her spread legs so she’s almost straddling my face, and my tongue comes up to circle her sweet little button as my finger slides in and out of her. “Oh god, Damien. Fuck. Fuck...”
“Kitten,”
“Because you were...”
“You were acting like a slut out there!”
“You’ll have to excuse my brother, My-Linh. I think he’s having a bit of the case of the green-eyed monster.”
She pokes her head out from under the blanket like an adorable little wombat, eyes sparkling.
Well, I didn’t want to be presumptuous but next time I see Roger I promise to give him two kisses to make up for today.
“I don’t know, I think Roger said something about the roads to the airport being hell when he got back.” And in that moment, I forget how to breathe.
“What did I do? All I did was offer her some Pocky! That’s her version of peanut butter!”
From: POS To: Kitten. I miss you. From: POS To: Kitten. Please don’t hate me. From: POS To: Kitten. I'm sorry.
“Is that the only reason you’re leaving?” I drop my head. “Yes.” “Then you have no reason to go.” “Damien...” “Because I do, I do need you,” he chokes, gripping me so tight I can see my hand turning purple. I want to believe him. I want to believe him so much. “What do you need me for, Damien? You have everything...” He pulls my hand to his chest. His heart is drumming like a marching band. “I need you for this. For my heart to beat.”
If I can’t handle watching you walk ten feet away, how am I supposed to live the rest of my life without you?
“You’re going to break my heart, Damien,” I say, with a sob. “You’re already breaking mine.”
babygirl.”
“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!”
It’s Taco Day and he’s been making taco jokes all morning.
“With all due respect, I am her family. She’s the woman I love, and that makes me her fucking family.”
OMAGAWD❤️❤️❤️❤️
“I was going to tell you this at dinner, but you had to go get yourself squished by a fucking Kia Rio but...My-Linh, I love you.”
“Oh look,” he says, pointing out into the horizon. “It’s a kangaroo!” he shouts. And every time I bring up the topic again, he finds a way to change the subject.
I sink into the chair and for the first time since I watched her walk away, I let the tears fall. Hot, streaming, thick tears down my face, blurring everything in sight.
“Tell her...just...tell her…Tell her, if I had any choice, she’s the one I’d choose every single time.”
I storm over to her and slam my hand down on the coffee table. “Don’t talk about her. Don’t you ever talk about her with me.”
She is gone.
“You should’ve drowned him at birth,” Kylian says. “We tried leaving him at the fire station but they tracked us down.”
“There are so many things that I should’ve said to you in our time together. So many things. So many things about me, my life, my dreams. So many things about how you made me feel, how you changed my life. So many things I should’ve told you so that you could have understood me better. But I just never felt I needed to because you always understood me better than I understood myself and I felt they could go unsaid. But one thing I never said and I should’ve said was this: I’m sorry, My-Linh. I am so sorry about so many things. I’m sorry about the way we met and how I treated you in the
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