Professor Husband
I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue, "I mean he was okay, textbook hot, blonde, ice blue eyes, the whole package. Whatever.”
Olivia’s mouth dropped open and she hit my arm, “Bitch! Does he look like he has a big cock though? Be real with me right now.”
I slapped her hand away.
I sighed deep and rubbed my temple. “Liv I’m so done with tonight. I just want to forget this whole fucking night. Dawson, Art, the wedding… all of it.”
She grinned and waved the waitress over fast. “Say less bestie, we’re getting fucked up tonight.”
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