Beautiful Disaster
"Why don't you just call it what it is? We both know what you mean by that!"
"Shut up," Marybeth groaned in her hands, praying that the heat scalding her cheeks would be long gone by the time she dared to face her friend.
Evidently, it wasn't when she finally looked up. Scarlett wasn't shy to tell her she reminded her of a cherry, a cute little cherry ready to be popped.
"Ew, Scar, stop with the innuendo!" Marybeth made a face.
"Fine then," her bestie said, laughing. "And just so you know, it's not Stockholm syndrome. But you might have a bad case of hybristophilia."
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