Absence makes the clitoris grow fonder.
He's totally caught me, and I'm never letting him toss me back.
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 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.
My back slams against the oven door, and I cover my face and cry. I cry so hard I can't breathe.
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...
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.
I was just, uh...looking at your bush.
He makes me go crazy inside all the way to the outside.
Every Wolverine fan knows who that is.
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...
I've been checking you out since we were freshmen.?Do you even have to ask? I laugh as a string of colorful handkerchiefs falls into my hand when I pull it from his pocket.
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...
The twitch of his smile grows. So... we're basically arguing over who gets to be more selfless in this marriage.I smile too. Basically.
I vow to pick up my socks.Can I get that in writing?
You should know by now, you're more than my Friday night. You're... You're everything.
I knew it!Cards fly everywhere, as if he had them hidden in his gym shorts.
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...
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...
Our lips slide together, and I feel like it's a new kind of kiss. ...The one that changes not only you, not only him, but the two of you together.
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