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Zilly @ZackHard0nForever Twenty bucks they all fall in love.
“Ooh. A rich man. Maybe I should go flirt with him instead.” He stiffens, his hand still on my throat. “Don’t. I’ll end the night in a jail cell.”
His eyes meet mine, hot and dark. “If you were mine, I’d want you all to myself.”
“You’re not a smooth person,”
“That’s fine. Not everyone is. We live in a society that idealises hyper-confident extroverts, but really, they’re no better than people who are awkward or quiet or introverted. They just have a different set of skills. You don’t have to pretend you’re anything you’re not.”
Grinning, I trail my mouth down his throat, pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple. His whole body flinches. I pause, then kiss his neck again. He shudders in a breath. “Layla—” he groans, tensing against me. “Shit.”
“Okay. Give me them back.” She frowns. “But they’re mine!” “Nope. They were a test. You failed. Hand them over.” Begrudgingly, she picks the flowers back up, and I take them back. “We’re going to try this again, and you’re going to act like a regular human person, okay?” “You’re giving out strong alien vibes,”
JOSH: Jesus. LUKE: Layla! Put your shirt back on. ZACK: This is the best day of my effing life. LAYLA: Thanks. Review, please. ZACK: Um. Yeah. Your tits look huge. Five stars. Would recommend. LAYLA: The pants match. ZACK: Please tell me you’re wearing them. LAYLA: Yes, actually, let me just— JOSH: (speaking quickly) Use the code THREESINGLEGUYS for twenty percent off. Terms and conditions apply. The full collection launches August 1st. Layla, for the love of God, please put your shirt back on before Zack’s drool breaks the equipment.
“Oh, you found Josh’s Mute button,” Zack says casually, uncapping the bottle. “That’s nice.”
LAYLA: Sure. (Paper rustles). Okay. ‘My boyfriend’s always asking me to ride his face — but I’m a bigger girl, and I’m worried I might hurt him. From Curvy in Kentucky.’
Okay, babe. I don’t know how strong the human head is, and I don’t think it matters. There’s no weight capacity. Just sit on his face, and if he dies, he dies.
ZACK: Damn straight. Bury him alive. Lucky guy.
It’s crazy how happy this one girl can make all of us.
“You’re so scary,” Zack says into my ear. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to jump out the window to get away from you.” “Most of my dates feel a similar urge. Breathe deep, it’ll pass.”
