Falling For His Dirty Trap
“He likes to grab my ass, you know that already. But I hate it.”
“Hmmn, of course, darling. I know you do.”
She smacks me after sensing my sarcasm, and I laugh at her. My eyes catch the gift basket, and I reach for my phone and type a quick text to Jake.
“That was so sweet,” Georgia says softly.
“Of who?”
“The both of them,” she replies.
I remain silent, my mind a chaos of conflicting thoughts.
“Christmas is near, Lary,” Georgia changes the mood, and it makes me smile. Christmas is literally our best time of the year.
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