Molly McAdams Quote
Do you want another? Kash asked with a lazy smile that I wasn’t sure if I hated or loved yet. No, I drove. One’s enough. I’ll drive us back if you want. We were in a small booth, and Candice had made it a point to sit with Mason, which put Kash and me in a position to get all up close and personal whether we wanted to or not. And now he was leaning in and the smell of his musky cologne was calling my name. You look like you need more than one. His cologne had officially stopped talking to me. I sat back so I was smashed against the wall and raised an eyebrow at him. Just like I look sick? You really are quite the charmer, aren’t you? He didn’t miss a beat. And you really know how to turn shit around so I look like an asshole, don’t you? I huffed a laugh. Just saying . . . girls don’t like to hear they look bad. I’m almost waiting for you to tell me I look tired next. Kash’s eyes roamed my face. Well, I wasn’t planning on mentioning it . . . Wow. My jaw dropped and I blinked rapidly. I don’t need to do a thing. You make yourself look like an asshole all on your own. He laughed loudly and leaned in closer than he’d been before. I don’t know what happened in the car earlier, but you looked like you’d seen a ghost. And right now, you’re putting off an uncomfortable vibe that I’m sure half the restaurant can feel. You know you look beautiful, but that doesn’t hide the underlying stress that is rolling off you. Before I could say anything, he continued. So that makes me assume you’ve had a really bad day, which is why I offered to drive us all home so you could have another drink or two. If you honestly think what I’ve said means you look bad, then that’s your own problem you’ll have to deal with. And as long as you’re giving some attitude, be prepared to get some in return. Oh.
Do you want another? Kash asked with a lazy smile that I wasn’t sure if I hated or loved yet. No, I drove. One’s enough. I’ll drive us back if you want. We were in a small booth, and Candice had made it a point to sit with Mason, which put Kash and me in a position to get all up close and personal whether we wanted to or not. And now he was leaning in and the smell of his musky cologne was calling my name. You look like you need more than one. His cologne had officially stopped talking to me. I sat back so I was smashed against the wall and raised an eyebrow at him. Just like I look sick? You really are quite the charmer, aren’t you? He didn’t miss a beat. And you really know how to turn shit around so I look like an asshole, don’t you? I huffed a laugh. Just saying . . . girls don’t like to hear they look bad. I’m almost waiting for you to tell me I look tired next. Kash’s eyes roamed my face. Well, I wasn’t planning on mentioning it . . . Wow. My jaw dropped and I blinked rapidly. I don’t need to do a thing. You make yourself look like an asshole all on your own. He laughed loudly and leaned in closer than he’d been before. I don’t know what happened in the car earlier, but you looked like you’d seen a ghost. And right now, you’re putting off an uncomfortable vibe that I’m sure half the restaurant can feel. You know you look beautiful, but that doesn’t hide the underlying stress that is rolling off you. Before I could say anything, he continued. So that makes me assume you’ve had a really bad day, which is why I offered to drive us all home so you could have another drink or two. If you honestly think what I’ve said means you look bad, then that’s your own problem you’ll have to deal with. And as long as you’re giving some attitude, be prepared to get some in return. Oh.