MISS GOLD DIGGER
I took one look at my best friend, and damn.
Jet black hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaws, and supple lips that I know would feel like berries when bitten
I felt someone's tap draw me out of my daydreaming.
"Do you forgive me, Gold Mine? Hmm, pretty please," Oliver begged.
"Sure, just get off me!" I screamed, panicking.
I couldn't believe I was daydreaming about getting dirty with my best friend. Eeww, sh*t, what kind of friend am I?