Sara

I need a fucking drink and it’s only nine in the morning.
Shit.

Once our heartbeats start to slow down, Peyton finally says, “If you gave me a hickey, this little affair is over.”
“If I gave you a hickey, it means you’re fucking mine.”

“Pull your pants down, Rome. I’m about to rock your fucking world.”
Doesn’t she know?
She already has.