Living With The Player
If he's smart, he'd back off.
Dylan thought "someone" was a guy. Hopefully, he'd think so as well. And I'm back to thinking about him.
Ugh.
It's the weird pizza guy's fault.
I cringe my nose and frown, tapping my feet impatiently.
"If you were here with me, I'd never leave your side. Not for a second."
Gross. That's hand's down the worse pickup line I've gotten in a while.
Seriously?
"Thank you."
I mumble, biting my bottom lips in annoyance. Fuck, when will this pizza get off the fricking oven?
Hot Chapters