He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. Not in an awkward kind of a way, more in a dude’s blowing up my game kind of way. The girl shakes my hand quickly, giving me a brief taste of how her palm would match up with mine. “Hi, I’m Hollis and this is my rude as fuck friend, Reese.” I come closer and say, “Then you are fucking rude.” I hold my hand out. “Because I don’t even know her name.” Reese looks a little ashamed as he admits his fault. “Uh, you didn’t introduce me to your friend.” I nod at the girl. “I save my money for more important things, like dates.” The girl looks up at me and gives me a courtesy smile. “Do you have dryland later today or do you want to grab dinner?” Reese asks, pulling my eyes off her fingers for a second. I want to blast my best friend from his seat and take his place just to experience the feel of her pink painted nails running through my hair.Īre her toes painted pink as well? Or does she have them painted a different shade? Fuck, I don’t care, either way I’m hell-bent on figuring it out. He exhales and slouches as Miss Pouty Lips starts to play around with his hair. Reese sits in a black chair, his large body making the poor seat look like a toothpick. I don’t get a response besides the middle finger directed at me from behind his back. “I don’t mind, but when the scary blow dryer comes at you again, I won’t be cleaning your inner thighs again from pee dribble. You need me to hold your hand like last time?” I ask, chasing after them. “Are you coming, man?” Reese asks as he walks away.

I’m mesmerized by the way the lights bounce off them and I can’t fucking help the way my mind wanders, wondering all the ways I can have fun with those lips. But what’s really causing my pants to grow tighter by the minute are her pink-glossed plump lips. Her hair is shoulder length, wavy, and looks so fucking soft that all I want to do is bury my head in it. The hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen is standing behind him wearing ripped jean shorts, a tight-as-hell white tank top, and teal Converse. A joke about Reese getting his makeup done is on the tip of my tongue when I turn to see a little brunette with sun-kissed hair, beautifully bronzed skin, and the biggest fucking green eyes I’ve ever seen standing behind Reese.Holy shit.

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