They are very slow, she said after a moment. Shouldnt they be going faster? What if something was chasing them? I think Portabella walked faster than this yesterday. Whats an Anglo-Arab?
I havent been to a wrestling meet since Oz and Zeke graduated. Neither of them had their parents in the stands on Senior Night, so I went to represent, with bouquets of flowers for both miserable bastards, even though their girlfriends were in the audience.Want to come with me?
Yeah. I could probably do that.Anabelles blue eyes bore holes into my bare chest, pink lips parting. Thank you.Im still not wearing a shirt.
Shes still not wearing a shirt.Were on my bed, in the middle of the evening, flirting like we have an interest in each other. A sexual attraction. Crazy chemistry.
Would you be so kind as to turn your back so I can put my shirt back on?
I swallow, too chicken-shit to make a move and kiss her.I can hear my sister studying her nails, bored with our conversation, maybe even picking at the split ends of her long hair as she stands out on the sidewalk. Well its not like Im going to see him any time soon, and I dont feel like going on another date with him.
Why doesnt she like him? Why would she do this? This superficial young woman is not the sister I know. Its those damn sorority girls shes hanging out with.Shes being callous and insensitive, and I dont like it.
Stay out of it Amelia, my inner voice shouts. This is none of your business. Stay out of it before you say something youll regret, like how Dash is a great guy who smells amazing, is sweet in an unassuming way, and is too handsome for his own good.And yet I cant help but add, Hes a nice guy—dont you think he deserves to be told in person? Isnt that what you would want if someone was breaking up with you?