He had it. I wanted it.
And that’s how it ended up in my mouth.
Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, will you? I’m not talking about THAT!
All I did was give it a little lick. Okay, fine, I may have shoved the whole thing in my face. Not my finest moment, but hey, the guy deserved it. At least now Saul Stryker knows I exist.
Why is he always hanging around here anyway? Smelling like bottled sin, looking way too hot while he casually raids my fridge. Just because his business partner is my roommate, Stryker acts like he owns the place. Well, he can’t just help himself to whatever he wants, whenever he wants it!
So what am I, the invisible girl?
That’s it – bring on the coal, I’m done being nice!