Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
“Fuck,
”
sh
e
sai
d
t
o
th
e
bo
y
.
“Ca
n
yo
u
b
e
a
n
extra- goo
d
Christia
n
an
d
cal
l
m
e
a
taxi
?
Prett
y
please?
”
“E
r
,
yeah,
”
sai
d
Christian
.
“
Y
o
u
ha
d
a
lo
t
o
f
stuf
f
in you
r
stomach
.
That
’
s
th
e
mos
t
vomi
t
I’v
e
eve
r
see
n
i
n
my
whol
e
life!
”
“N
o
shit
,
Sherlock,
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“Jus
t
a
taxi
.
Please.
”
Gin
a
wa
s
beginnin
g
t
o
fee
l
a
bi
t
weep
y
a
s
th
e
evening
gre
w
t
o
a
close
.
Th
e
youn
g
gu
y
fro
m
th
e
sta
g
part
y
who wa
s
stil
l
tryin
g
t
o
cha
t
he
r
u
p
wa
s
beginnin
g
t
o
ge
t
o
n
her
nerve
s
no
w
.
Sh
e
wasn
’
t
intereste
d
an
d
sh
e
ha
d
mad
e
that
ver
y
clea
r
withou
t
bein
g
rud
e
bu
t
i
f
h
e
pushe
d
i
t
much furthe
r
sh
e
woul
d
hav
e
t
o
tel
l
him
,
ver
y
politel
y
o
f
course, t
o
pis
s
awa
y
off
.
She’
d
alread
y
ha
d
he
r
man-fi
x
fo
r
th
e
da
y
an
d
she
didn
’
t
reall
y
car
e
i
f
thi
s
youn
g
cu
b
whos
e
nam
e
was
T
ierna
n
though
t
sh
e
looke
d
lik
e
a
youn
g
Audre
y
Hepburn o
r
i
f
h
e
couldn
’
t
believ
e
sh
e
wa
s
ove
r
thirt
y
o
r
i
f
he though
t
sh
e
woul
d
mak
e
a
grea
t
kisse
r
.
Hi
s
nam
e
sai
d
it al
l
–
sh
e
reall
y
like
d
th
e
nam
e
T
ierna
n
an
d
som
e
o
f
her friend
s
ha
d
childre
n
calle
d
T
iernan
.
Bu
t
sh
e
didn
’
t
know anyon
e
ove
r
th
e
ag
e
o
f
twenty-on
e
wit
h
tha
t
name
.
He wa
s
jus
t
a
bab
y
–
jus
t
a
bo
y
.
H
e
wa
s
almos
t
youn
g
enough t
o
b
e
he
r
son
.
Sh
e
trie
d
t
o
d
o
th
e
math
s
i
n
he
r
hea
d
which wa
s
quit
e
difficul
t
a
t
tha
t
momen
t
i
n
time
.
T
ierna
n
was breathin
g
dow
n
he
r
nec
k
an
d
sh
e
pushe
d
hi
m
awa
y
,
wonderin
g
wha
t
he
r
ow
n
littl
e
ma
n
wa
s
doin
g
bac
k
a
t
his
gran
’
s
.
Sh
e
reall
y
misse
d
he
r
son
.
He
r
preciou
s
Dann
y
Bo
y
.
Sh
e
blanke
d
ou
t
Kin
g
Kon
g
Karaoke
’
s
dronin
g
i
n
the backgroun
d
an
d
starte
d
t
o
hu
m
th
e
famou
s
son
g
to
herself
.
Sh
e
use
d
t
o
sin
g
i
t
t
o
Dann
y
t
o
ge
t
hi
m
t
o
sleep.
Sh
e
stil
l
di
d
sometimes
.
H
e
woul
d
b
e
fas
t
aslee
p
b
y
no
w
,
sh
e
hoped
,
al
l
tucke
d
u
p
i
n
hi
s
gran
’
s
spar
e
room
.
H
e
was
a
goo
d
bo
y
.
Nothin
g
reall
y
eve
r
annoye
d
Dann
y
.
H
e
never
complaine
d
abou
t
th
e
wa
y
hi
s
da
d
flitte
d
i
n
an
d
ou
t
o
f
his
life
.
H
e
neve
r
complaine
d
abou
t
findin
g
hi
s
mu
m
with anothe
r
bruis
e
o
r
abou
t
th
e
nois
e
whe
n
thing
s
go
t
ho
t
and
heav
y
whe
n
i
t
wa
s
pas
t
hi
s
bedtime
.
H
e
didn
’
t
even
complai
n
whe
n
h
e
ha
d
t
o
lear
n
ho
w
t
o
injec
t
himsel
f
twice
a
da
y
wit
h
insuli
n
t
o
contro
l
hi
s
diabetes
.