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Over my ribs. Then licked his way down like a man starved. “You are my favorite flavor,” he whispered, voice raw. “And Daddy’s still hungry.”

But I knew enough to care. A part of me questions whether I truly loved Lydia. I couldn’t tell you any of her childhood memories, why she loved the rain, why she feared thunderstorms, why she would always look at me before ordering in a restaurant. But If you asked me what Teigan’s favourite childhood memory was, I’d say it’s when her sister gifted her a signed CD of Maroon 5. She loved them. She loved thunderstorms because they give her great inspiration. Her favourite food is Chinese food, she could eat basically anything from a Chinese food place,her favourite is the dumplings. I hesitated for a second before sending T a message.

"I am genuinely fine." She looked at him the way she looked at things she was deciding whether to believe. Then something settled in her expression and she looked back at her phone. "The phrase someone I love is still the top trending phrase in six countries," Archer said from the window, not looking up from his screen. "The footage is number two in four of those. Which means the statement is still the primary story. The footage is additive." "It is additive," Roman agreed from his phone.

BOOK 1: BREAKING MY BEST FRIEND'S GIRLFRIEND Hurst’s POV I wanted to fuck my best friend's girlfriend. Crazy thing to admit out loud. Even crazier to keep thinking about it. Damian and I had been inseperable since the summer he got accepted into college. I still remember his mom dropping him off, and the way I couldn't tear my eyes off her cleavage until he introduced himself. “Damian Morales.” “Eli Hurst.” We shared everything back then. Food, clothes, sometimes even things that should've raised eyebrows.

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

“But don’t worry about that. I don’t really care anymore and you know why? Because I have you kids and I know you love me. Right?” “Yes, mommy. We love you!” They Chorus enthusiastically. “And that’s enough for me.” I Muse, crinkling with a bright smile, they reciprocate the smile and we all resume eating. Except for Gianna who choose too ask, “mummy, who’s your Favourite among us?” “Gianna…” sunny pass her a cautioning look but knowing Gianna, she doesn’t just take a bow until her curiousty is satisfied. And I eagerly fetch the answer. “I don’t have a Favourite Gianna. I love you all equally. If I can kill for you, then I can do the same for your brothers as well.” and I Genuinely meant tha

Now I am petrified because I thought the same thing about that group. "I think the same." “I think we have similar musical tastes,” he smiles, taking a record, it's one of The Strokes,Is This It. “Very good, what is your favorite from that album?” “Someday.” “Mine the same.” impression gasp. “You have good taste then.” she assures with a gallant smile. “There are too many coincidences.” “Favorite childhood television series?” “Inspector Gadget, and Sherlock Holmes.” “The same ones, and I hate Scooby-Doo.”

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

An unknown number. It could be Elena. Or her boyfriend. My heart picked up speed as I dialed back eagerly. “Hello?” My voice wavered into the silence. I pulled the phone from my ear, checking the screen to make sure the call hadn’t dropped, then pressed it back, heart beating a little faster. “Hello, chocolate.” The nickname slid through the line like velvet, and despite myself, a smile tugged at my lips. “Dorian?” “I’m glad you still remember my name, gorgeous.” His voice was low, coaxing, threaded with a confidence that made my stomach flip.

"By the way, Leone's a very good kisser… if it isn't obvious enough." "Finish the fucking story," someone snaps impatiently. Her name probably starts with a P or a B. But it could as well be a Z at this point. Nineteen names and hers is not one of the few I remember. I can definitely see the allure of calling people by serial numbers. After a while, it sort of stuck. Not like I won't stop resenting Leone for calling me Thirteen. I hate him so much I resent everything about him; everything he does, including trying to prove that I am attracted to him. Especially that. Terza grins as she continues, pulling me from my thoughts. "So while all of that was going on, I was in the darkness watching