"Anyway.." he sighs and crawls over my lap. "What do you think you are doing?" I frown as he leans his back against the couch's handrest, and places his thighs over my lap, sitting sideways. "I'm sorry. I never really had any guy friends. Is this inappropriate?" he asks innocently. "Just don't move around," I mumble...
Just read the damn story. It's a sequel to Bad Girl's Nerd. All the best, you brave readers!
"To what do I owe this honor?" his voice is trembling with laughter. Jee-buss... he finds this funny... "I saw a butterfly and followed it in here?" I more like ask. He starts laughing. I can only stare. I am loving this. I love this sound. I love this clear view of his forest-green eyes without any glasses. He puts h...
"Umm.. Thanks," I mumble, kicking dust with my shoes. "What?" Max asks me. "I said, thank you," I say more clearly. "Still can't hear you... Could you repeat that?" he asks politely. "I said thank you!" I shout. "You pig," I add lowly. "Still nada. Trolley could you enunciate properly? I must've been showering the wr...