oey standing behind the counter. I give her a h

she was good to go." She raises an eyeb

on't even kn

ckwards to the bar. Her brown curly hair bounces with her steps as she nearly runs into two pe

If this is what orgasms are really like, I've been missing out. I'm starting to think the ones I've been givi

fore I get married next week. I'm guessing Scott would never talk to me the way Paine

rying to reach my father. I've not so much as hugged the guy. I was just as shocked as everyone else when I got the wedding invitation in the mail. An invitation to a wedding I

mmanded, he'd cut me off from seeing my grandmother. I've just graduated with my business degree, and I don't need him or his money anymore. I can get a job and make my

ool at the age of eight, where I stayed until I graduated high school and went right into college. Both were all-girls schools. My mother died in childbirth, so my grandmother stepped in as best as she could. My father had the final say, though, using my need for a good education as a reason to send me away. Thankfully, I had my grandm

to control me. No, it felt like so much more than that. It felt like Paine wanted to devour me. He wanted to consume my body, yet in h

s homey, like everyone knows everyone else. Sadly, I don't know anyone here, and I grew up in the town. Well, technically it was my home address, but I was never here. I was always away at school or some kind of summer program. When I did get to come home, I spent all my

f them is going to move. "Whatever kind of vodka you've got is fine." Th

care. I'd take a shot of anything. "Told you we should have gone to DeDe's." She pouts at not going to the nice bar in tow

and shoot it back. The burn of cheap vodka

e's comical about it, and it gives the stranger an in to talk to us. "Can

lond, shaggy hair and scruffy beard made him look wild. His waist was trim, exaggerating his broad shoulders, and those arms looked like he could pick up ten of me. He looked like he'd run a motorcycle club on one of those TV shows. I bet he even drives one. God, what would it feel like to be on the back of his bike? I squee