Colin (Unexpected, #6)

by Cora Rose

Death by small talk.

I had to shoot my shot. I always do. Because every shot you don’t take is a miss.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous—petite with dark, wavy hair and big brown doe eyes. It’s too bad. Too fucking bad.

I need to get a life…maybe go on a violent crime spree and collect body parts. Maybe then I could keep my dates awake and interested long enough to get laid.

There is nothing better than reading about double penetration and rimming to keep my mind off the fact that I’m going to die alone.

I want to be fucked and wake up the next day sore and bruised and aching. I want to walk crooked for days. Is that too much to ask?

I always watch so intently that my eyes feel dry from lack of blinking. Despite being so incredibly turned off. I am so grossed out right now.

This is for the weed outside. And for all of America, really. I won’t back down.

I am going to remember that while I am rejected quite often, I am worth it. I will be worth it to someone. One day.

I’ll go back to disliking him tomorrow. I’ll dislike him with a vengeance in the morning.

My dick is hard and fiddling with the tablecloth right now.

I’ll get over it. I will. Maybe next year.