A Mexican guy named Sam pushes Gary Frankel next to Isabel. "This guy can break your arm with one snap, asshole. Get out of my sight before I sic him on you," Sam says. Gary, who's wearing a coral shirt and white pants, growls to look tough. It doesn't work.
Simone ElkelesBrit: What's your major? Alex: Chemistry. And yours? Brit: Chemistry. Kiss me so we can see if we still have it. 'Cause you own my heart, my soul, and everything else in between.
Simone ElkelesAnd for those of you who want to start any trouble, I have a zero tolerance policy. . . .
Simone ElkelesWe kiss all the time." I clear my throat, then add, "We just...do it in private." "A smug expression crosses his face. "I don't buy it for a second, 'cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin' in your house, I'd kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder." "A reminder of w-w-what?" "That you were mine.
Simone ElkelesWhatโs goinโ on?โ I ask as I take a seat. โObviously not this.โ He tosses me my shirt from last night. โI found it on the floor of the den. Itโs obvious there was some hanky-panky going on.โ Okay, so he knows we fooled around. But at least he didnโt find Kiaraโs bra on top of my shirt. โYeah . . . things kinda got a little heated after you and Mrs. W. left the den last night,โ I tell him.
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