Practice Makes Perfect (When in Rome, #2)

by Sarah Adams

I am the quiet one in my family. The one with her nose always in a book because she prefers worlds where she doesn’t have to interact with other humans.

Me

miserable existence as an achievement-seeking perfectionist.”

“Your ass is a work of art. Two absolutely perfect slopes of soft curvy sensuality that absolutely kill me, Annie. Your ass kills me.

Wtf

“If you say the word daddy one more time,

im crying what

“I love it when you go all alpha.”

awoo

has one foot on earth and one foot in heaven.

oh

and we hung spicy lingerie all over the room.

Oh, and we’re all wearing penis necklaces.

WTF

my sister’s story about how in Mexico a male teacher got wildly drunk and went streaking down the beach and wasn’t found until an hour before their flight the next day, butt naked on the beach, rear end pointed up to the sky,

Ummmm

apparently, his white ass was fried like a lobster!”

I say to Amelia while reaching up and removing her penis necklace that’s poking me in the eye.

“You like men with Big Duke Energy too?”

It’s how I actually learned about the term stern brunch daddy.”

“Will . . . you look like an underwear model. But without the underwear. Good gravy, I just saw your naked body.”

You really are Wolf Boy.”

And for the rest of the night, we get lost in the sheets

BYE

Stay! Stay! Stay!

Ive been loving you for quite some time time time