The Badboy’s Little Kitten
“I’m basically a spinster now.”
Amber rolled her eyes, knowing fully well that Melissa was being overdramatic and exaggerating. “Oh, come on. You’re what, 20 years old?”
“Twenty-one, actually,” Melissa corrected, sitting up with a smirk. “But hey, if you’re ready to start calling me a spinster at 21, go right ahead.”
Amber snorted with laughter, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. I stand corrected. But still, you’re young. You’ve got plenty of time to find the one.”
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