Absence makes the clitoris grow fonder.
He's totally caught me, and I'm never letting him toss me back.
We're going to be married and hardly touch each other and have to work and work and never have any fun and we're just going to be okay with it because that's how life is and that's how relationships g...
He makes me go crazy inside all the way to the outside.
I was just, uh...looking at your bush.
I grin, placing my hand back on my mug. A piece of stray blonde hair falls from my ponytail and tickles my bare shoulder. I hereby declare this the first official Naked Sunday.
Okay, you gotta be nice to him, I say, coaxing the white fur-ball into my hands. I will, Nate says, and I smile over my shoulder. I was actually talking to Mr. Pippi. He's a bit of a butthole.
How'd you sleep?Like I was in paradise.I have no problems with you calling my body paradise. Do me a favor and spread the word. Chicks love that shit.
Yeah, I don't want to get to the point when I don't need you.
Prepare your thrusters.
I vow to pick up my socks.Can I get that in writing?
I love you.Why? I ask, eyes drifting closed already.Because I can't picture a life without you, he whispers so low I barely catch it. I don't want to.I smile as much as I can with how sleepy I am. He...
Every Wolverine fan knows who that is.
All right, Cujo. Don't bark at me. I was just curious.
My whole paycheck is going to Campbell’s. Thank you, Pepé Le Pew.
It’s just empty boxers. Empty. It’s not like there’s a penis hiding in them.
I want to meet him. Perhaps show him my gun collection.I laugh, realizing my face still isn't dry as the chuckles send tears off the bottom of my chin. You don't have a gun collection.My cutlery, then...
You should know by now, you're more than my Friday night. You're... You're everything.
My back slams against the oven door, and I cover my face and cry. I cry so hard I can't breathe.
I suddenly have a million kisses I have to give her.