Just as the door opens, I look intently at the screen and act like I’m still chatting with her mother. ‘–And she stuck her finger in my ass when she was blowing me, which was fucking incredible. I never thought I’d enjoy having anything up there, but–‘Grace screams in horror.
Jesus Christ, will you quit dictating this conversation to Hannah?’ I grumble. ‘Bros before hos, dude.”Call my girlfriend a ho one more time and you won’t have a bro.
Baby, I could watch you watching paint dry, and I still wouldn’t be bored.” Garrett Graham, my own personal sweet-talker.
I’ve noticed that as I get older, time seems to fly by in hyper-speed. You blink, and a week has passed. blink again, and a year has gone by.