Kylie Scott

I placed my hand on his chest. __ou don__ need to worry about Reece.___ know, I know. He__ nothing compared to my magnificence._ His fingers stroked mine and his eyes softened. __ut just out of curiosity, how do you feel about getting my name tattooed on your forehead?

I just want you to know, I will not be falling slave to your devil dick and demon tongue. No matter how good they are.

Damn, he was good. I'd been professionally sullied without a single item of clothing removed.

Two-thirty in the morning was kind of a bitch as times went. It fell into the in-between, nowhere land. Too late to get a really good night's sleep, but much too early to start the day.

Don't make me kill you at this hour in the morning Jimmy. It's not civilized.

Alone meant absolutely no one giving me shit, involving me in shit, or generally being a shit. Alone didn't care what you wore or how many days it'd been since you washed your hair or shaved your pits. Alone accepted you exactly how you were. It never lied to me or let you down. For all of these reasons and more, I loved alone. We'd probably wed.

That smile could move mountains. It could also break hearts.

The opening notes of a song began, some plucking of guitar strings. I knew the melody. It was Maroon 5__ __he Will Be Loved._ As pop songs went, it was pretty damn good, a bit of a favorite of mine.

It is. I__ your boyfriend now, whichmeans there__ no room for your hipster admirer. He__l just have to lick his wounds while we lick other things.