FUCK MY CRUSH: FAKE DATING THE HOCKEY CAPTAIN
The busy waitress arrived at our table, wrote down our food orders on her small paper notepad, and promised to bring our cold drinks out immediately.
After she walked away toward the busy kitchen, Connor leaned forward against the table, crossed his hands together, and looked directly into my eyes with a very serious, curious expression on his handsome face.
"Since we are going to spend a lot of time together during this arrangement, I need to understand your past history so I do not make any mistakes," Connor said quietly, ensuring the surrounding customers could not hear our private conversation.
"Why exactly did you ever like Mercer in the first place, Megan, considering he is such a crue
Bab Populer