I think you better hurry along with that French toast making, Stud. You know—before my fetus eats your face.” “It would be equally as delicious.
An artist, if you’d really like to know who’s fucking your wife.
I want to have an affair.
I’d lick you numb, Mariah. You have no idea the things I’m capable of.
My head is in a world of hurt. My apartment is trashed. At the end of today, I could either be dating the girl who saves my family’s future or is going to be the ending of it. When did life get so damn complicated?
For the love of mercy, I cannot walk into mediation with a swollen vagina, Cash. Please.” I smile against her thigh, rubbing my scratchy face against the softness of her skin. “Is that what I’m doing?” Innocence—fuck no. I can’t even fake that shit.