"Can you hand me my water, sugar?" he asks with a huge stupid smile plastered across his face. I stutter out "D-don't you have legs?" I'm having trouble with my words due to his attractiveness. "Well, duh. But what fun would it be to use them when I could have you get it for me, sugar." he smirks. "Do not call me suga...
"Your mouth may say you hate me," he whispered, "But your hands...they say otherwise." His eyebrows raised pointedly at my touch on his chest, face wearing a smug and condescending look. "Shit." ••• When pessimistic, straight-A high school student Della Anderson finally succeeds in getting over a messy break up, Luca...