Not. Your. Fault." I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.
No offense to hot girls everywhere- but newsflash- there are hot girls everywhere.
He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.
He was in a slow-motion mood-one of my favorites, though it meant i'd be driven crazy before we were done.
And I’m okay, I really am, most of the time. But sometimes, I’m just not.
She shuddered. “What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.