“I just want to leave my shirt on.” I try to school my reaction and not look surprised by her confession, but I am. What the hell reason could she possibly have for wanting to leave it on?
“Holden, please. Just stop. This was a bad idea. This isn’t going to work. Can you take me to my car?” Now I’m mad. Not because I’m not going to get laid, but because she’s running from me, and she doesn’t get to do that. She’s mine.
hes met her less than 24 hrs ago .. its giving abusive
He wants to tame my demons because he can’t escape his own. The issue is, he doesn’t see what I already know. I’m not the answer. I can never be his solution.
I am severely dehydrated, which is causing electrolyte imbalances. The doctor seems to think that is the root cause of my lightheadedness, lethargy, overall weakness, and heart palpitations.
Apparently, I was borderline admittable based on my blood pressure, heart rate, and size of my veins, so I did what any person would do: I sweet-talked and lied my way out of his office.
I’m hoping she'll get up to see for herself, allowing me to make my move. When she does, I spin the lock on her window, unlatching it for later before heading to join her.
“Golf?” He questions with a puzzled look. “Yes, 10:00 am. Now get out.” I lost my girl once but fuck me if I’m going to lose her twice. Aria Montgomery will be mine.
its very rare that i hate an MMC .. but wow wtf is ur problem
The man spent the past year putting time into me, into us, and in twenty-four hours, I’ve managed to undo all of it. I’ve never seen a vengeful side to Nate, but he’s hurt, and I’m done playing games.