Absence makes the clitoris grow fonder.
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's totally caught me, and I'm never letting him toss me back.
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.
He makes me go crazy inside all the way to the outside.
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.
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.
I was just, uh...looking at your bush.
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...
You should know by now, you're more than my Friday night. You're... You're everything.
Yeah, I don't want to get to the point when I don't need you.
My whole paycheck is going to Campbell’s. Thank you, Pepé Le Pew.
My back slams against the oven door, and I cover my face and cry. I cry so hard I can't breathe.
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...
It's better than I imagined--and I imagined it a lot. Tucked away in a corner at school. On the track during gym class. In his car. On the street by my house. In a fancy restaurant. During dance class...
Every Wolverine fan knows who that is.
I suddenly have a million kisses I have to give her.
He goes to start the car for me again, leaning so close his breath tickles my neck. My head goes fuzzy as I picture him closing the distance between our bodies, forgetting I'm supposed to be doing som...
Code Red. Code Red. Ryan on top of Lexie. Must keep teasing her or tickle her or say something. But don't just stare at her. Don't look into her deep brown yes...her golden browns. Don't pay attention...