Well, that's true. "it was just a painting kind of day," I say and start the car again, "I'm so hungry... how about we go get burgers? Did you eat something already?” "No, I didn’t. I'm trying to lose weight," she whines, "Don't tempt me." "You don't have to lose any weight, Bobbie. It's not
"Yes, he's been cheating," I respond, making her clench her fists. I fucking hate how much she looks just like Farrow, especially now that she's ready to punch someone. "I will kill him," she states in a growl, "And I'll drag whoever that bitch is." "Bobbie, enough," I stop her, because that's o
"I-I mean... it's fucking gold, Hope. And diamonds and actual precious stones,” I say as a last attempt to save them. "Fine, we'll pawn them later," she scoffs and rolls her eyes, "But throw your rings to the pile. It's symbolic." "No," I whine. They're also gold, they will probably melt in the
This is bad, I don't want to be hopeful. So, the next time my phone rings, I answer. "Yes?" I ask, my voice sounds breathless. "Hello Skylar, uh..." he hesitates and a big part of me starts jumping in fucking joy just hearing his voice, "I know you don't want to hear from me and I understand
I find Rocky on the living room—his and Danny's new room—so I sit next to him on the couch, his new bed. "Farrow will be here at eight," I inform him. My brother's eyes immediately sharpen and he grabs the TV remote to turn it off before just looking at me, waiting for the explanation, "He wants t
"I didn't know how to say it, Sky," Farrow continues, but I just shake my head and hold onto my sister's arm. I can hear my heartbeats louder than anything else, "And I wish I handled that better, but I didn't know how to handle the pull, the fucking... the need to be with her. Danny, you get it, ri
Farrow stammers and I just cover my face in a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "Violet is my fated mate, Bob. Just like Hope and Danny. The Moon Goddess created us to be together," he explains, bringing another wave of nausea to me because he sounds so in love when he says that. And of course
{ Farrow } This is the last straw. The second Bobbie started acting like a fucking bratty bitch, I realized I have nothing to do in here anymore and there’s absolutely no reason for me to be begging her as if she’s that important in my life? I literally gave her life, she should be begging me.
"Holy fuck," Henry lets out, his voice going even deeper. I'm pulsating so much now, with his finger sliding over my pussy, then he retracts his fingers and lifts his hand in between us, "Holy fuck, Bobbie." So, the answer was yes. I'm wet. Very wet, according to his fingers. There's even some...
Into me. I move away to take his pants all the way off, then I sit on his thick thighs again and take off my dress. Now I'm in my underwear, sitting on my best friend. "What do you think?" I ask. He's just observing me in silence, his eyes focusing on my breasts, "I just said a lot about your bod
"Maybe awkward for a while, but we can just... promise we'll stop after this one time," he murmurs, "I promise I won't let a little bit of awkwardness ruin what we have." "Okay," I murmur, knowing I shouldn't just do this because a guy is asking. I wasn't planning on losing my virginity tonight, I
If I were drinking something right now, I would've sprayed it all over him in shock. But I just blink at him. "Think about it," he starts and sits up to look at me with that annoying fucking face and a hand up. Jeez, he's so annoying and always forcing me to think about shit I don't want to think a
And sometimes, I... I remember the way he kissed me that day. In my grandparents' basement. It was short but really good and after that, I've kissed two other boys. It didn't feel as good. "Ah! Holy fuck!" Henry exclaims when he opens his bedroom door and we see his friend Sam in Henry’s bed. The g
******* THREE YEARS AGO ******* { Bobbie, 16 years old } If my parents knew what I'm doing right now, they would make a huge deal out of it, just like the last time I did something like this. Sneaking out or lying about my whereabouts. My dad would go all crazy, yelling at me like a feral bea
I laugh, that sounds more like him. So different to me, even to this day. “Because who needs love, right?” I smirk at him. Henry shrugs. “What even is love and why do people think a spouse the only source of it?” He asks. Of course, always with his mental gymnastics, “You give me love. My parent
"I'm going to cook something, come help me," Henry says as he comes back, making me look up from my phone. I nod and get up to follow him to the kitchen, "I'm feeling pasta, you want some?” "Yes, something cheesy," I say, opening the fridge to start taking stuff out. Henry is the chef in this hous
"Alright, alright, sorry," Garrett lifts his hands in rendition, "I just was certain you guys were a thing because of something Harrison said... Anyway, I guess we can sleep together, bro, like when we were kids. Does Bobbie know that? We shared a room our whole lives and then we shared a bed for a