Pretty Little Monster
“Yeah, on Tenth Street, next to that hot guy who can’t leave his room?”
Beth realized she must’ve said something about Ryan at some point, though she had no idea where the word “hot” had come in. Surely, she had never called her asshole next door neighbor hot. It was easier to just say, “Yeah. That’s right. It’s a gray two-story house.”
“All righty. See you Tuesday.”
“Thanks, Zoey. You are a lifesaver.” Butterflies were already churning in her stomach as she thought about whether or not she could actually pull this off.
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