If only Paris and the Harpies had gotten along. But Promiscuity had taken one look at the beautiful women and deemed them โtoo much effort.
Gena ShowalterWhat was worse, he couldn't tell her how much he thought he maybe might kinda sorta love her.
Gena ShowalterI have to know" "What? What do you have to know?" "What you taste like." Another step. What happens when you know?" she rasped. "I stop wondering. Stop dreaming of you every night, thinking of you every minute of every day." Another step closer. "I think you wonder, too. I think you dream of me and wonder. You hate yourself for it. You hate me for it, but you cannot stop.
Gena ShowalterHe turned, throwing over hi shoulder, โAnd if he growls at you, even once, heโs out. He looks wild.โ I am, Riley snapped inside her head. Do not laugh, she thought to herself. Her dad paused at the door. โWhere does it stay while youโre at school?โ It. Nice. โOutside.โ โYou could be inviting flees into our home, Mary Ann.โ No. Laughing. โHeโs clean, Dad. I swear. But if I spot a single little bug, Iโll bathe him.โ That could prove interesting, Riley said.
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