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Is that the kind of moral standard you want to set for them? HB: Yeah, you know what? It is! If women want to take control of their sexuality, I say go for it! Why do men like you get to decide what’s okay? I didn’t dry hump anyone in Vegas, but if I had, that would be my choice. You want to know about my message to women and girls? Here it is. Go out there and make the world your [redacted]. If this puts me on the naughty list then so be it. I’ll take all the coal. Hell, I’ll proudly claim my coal!
“I assumed home meant here,” Knox says as he enters the key code to open the garage door. “Then again, she could have bought another house and not told me.”
“Hey guys, sorry for cloak and dagger treatment,” Hazel says as she stands up from where she was sitting to give Knox a kiss on the cheek. “What’s going on?” Knox asks. “What’s going on!” Whitley yells. “What’s going on is that Hollie Berry is in your basement! Did you kidnap her?”
He might have had some serious golden retriever energy, but he also looked like a man I wanted to have pin me against a wall and do unspeakable things.
I don’t even know how to describe Trent’s expression. I think my hair took him by surprise. And that’s only a guess, considering I’m judging that by his initial rapid blinks. But as quickly as that look crossed his face, it was replaced with a fire in his eyes. I also think he bit his bottom lip, but I’m not sure about that. I was too busy trying to correct my body temperature from his gaze.
Trent: This was a bad idea. Jake: Breathe buddy. Everything is going to be fine. Knox: Yeah. It’s not like the woman of your dreams is sitting on your couch. Oh wait. She is. Trent: Not helping. And guys. She’s a redhead now. A REDHEAD. Knox: Yup, you’re fucked.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. If you woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t know where you were, I didn’t want you to be scared. So I stayed out here.” Well isn’t that the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me in maybe ever?
“Is this weird?” Whitley asks. “My boyfriend is giving your girlfriend a lap dance and we are both back here encouraging it?” “Probably?” I say as I watch Hollie laugh as Jake starts his routine. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“So you’re telling me,” Trent says, his voice trying to stay even, “that at Christmas time…there isn’t a room, at the place called The Inn?”
“Because,” he says, lifting me up. “If you’re going to be naughty, that means I have to be nice.” I crawl over to him, hoping an act of seduction will change his mind. “Why can’t we both be naughty?”
“Sunshine, as far as I’m concerned, this is where you live now,” I say, leading her into the living room. “Which, by the way, were you ever going to tell me that I happened to give you a nickname that was also another word for your real name?”
