Mareeva > Books: hilarious‎ (75)

“The tattoo is the first of many I’ll get with your name all over my body.”
[a few days later]
“You tattooed my name on your hand?”
“I wanted to get ‘I Love My Wife’, but I didn’t have enough fingers.”

“Are you a Starbucks girl? A bit basic don’t you think, Indiana?”
My eyes narrow at the name. “Ever hear the phrase ‘she’s not like other girls’?”
He gives a small nod of his head.
“Yeah, that’s not me. I’m just like every other chick. As basic as they come. I had an Uggs phase. I had a skinny jeans phase. I like my books with romance, my coffee with more creamer than caffeine, and I even take aesthetic pictures of my food anytime I’m at a restaurant.”

“Your makeup. It looks pretty on you.”
“That’s a weird thing to say.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re supposed to say you like me natural or something to that extent. That’s the typical opinion of the male species.”

his pant

his pants are riding so low I catch a glimpse of the top of his butt crack.

I bury my face in his shirt. He smells terrible. Like he always does [

‘Now, Valerie, that’s no way to talk to a f

‘Now, Valerie, that’s no way to talk to a future mother, the bearer of your grandchild,’ I say placidly.
‘Grandchild?’ There’s a hitch in her voice.
‘Yes, Granny Valerie.’

“Please , Jason. I’ll do anything. I’ll co

“Please , Jason. I’ll do anything. I’ll come to your place and scrub your floors. I’ll pick up your dry cleaning. I’ll—“
He lifted his head, pinning her once again with that icy stare. “There’s only one thing I want from you and it isn’t goddamn dry cleaning.”