Holy shit, her profile picture was gorgeous. She had high defined cheekbones, masses of curly hair and that mouth? I'd be seeing that in my dreams. Of course, she could always be a catfish. Maybe I'd been speaking to burly Bob, a plumber from Des Moine. You don't know.
I shrugged and smiled, my lip curling at the corner, as I read through the message again. No way in hell a girl like that would really want to know me. But hell, that had been fun. A brief connection that seemed like so much more. Shrugging, I lay back, my arm behind my head, and fell asleep.
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Romance*UPDATES WEEKLY* Jessica's tired of her parents' fights, tired of being the last one in the house they consider. Without a college degree, she's taken a waitressing job to pass time. And then she discovers Twitter. Matt hates his life. Working in th...
