Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

“You know, romantic shit,” I grunt out.

“Of course I’ve seen The fucking Notebook,” he growls, before fusing his mouth to mine again.

It turns out her replying to my friend’s heartfelt paragraph with seven laughing emojis and nothing else was the worst that could happen.

“Wait,” I blurt out. He turns at the top of the stairs, hopeful eyes clashing with mine. “Black.” They narrow. “What?” “That’s the color I want my Birkin.” I pause. “The first one.” Then I slam my broken door shut.

Penelope Price for Dummies.