Breathe Me
But I hear Blake mumble under his breath, “That shit hurt, crazy woman.”
Ha! If he only knew how crazy I could get.
“Okay, seriously, who are you?” I ask.
“Name’s Dirk Wesley, Little Bird.”
“Laken. My name is Laken, and you should use it since you both are annoying the fuck out of me,” I grit out.
He just laughs again and shakes his head at me.
“I think we’re going to be good friends,” he says.
“Not friends,” Blake grates out.
Well, what do you know? They just keep pushing my buttons. Forget forks; where are the knives?
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