…from the writing cave…
In the bathroom, I finger combed my hair and used Cashâ€™s tooth brushâ€”hell it looked brand newâ€”then wadded my face into a scrunchie Iâ€™d dug out of my purse.
Sadly, I actually edited that sentence to look like that.
While she hadnâ€™t struck him as the needy type, his dick had steered him wrong before. .
I’m still crying over this one getting cut. But never fear, it’ll find it’s way into another wip or my name isn’t….isn’t…my name.
I waved a hand in the air, wondering if he had any idea how completely insane I found the idea of paying that much for a piece of clothing that didnâ€™t have wedding vows attached to it.
A woman after my own heart.
Even under her tan I could see the hint of a blush. And Reecie wasnâ€™t one to blushâ€”normally. Jack must really be working her over. Go Jack!
Indeed……..this is one of those times I wished I was my character 😀
Lowering the volume and shifting gears, I turned into the moving companyâ€™s lot and parking next to Reeceâ€™s Murano. It was cute for a Mom-mobile, but now that Chloe was in college, Reece really needed to invest in a nice sports carâ€”preferably in Come Fuck Me Red.
That is a winner on SO many levels! *pays homage to Robbie Jo*
â€œYouâ€™re about as subtle as a hurricane, babe.â€ with that, he turned his attention to his menu, lifting it high enough to block my view of him.
â€œNo smirking, Cowboy.â€
I hart you Cash
And hey if ya’ll don’t mind can we postpone Christmas like a week or so? Not only am I not done shopping, my house looks like it imploded on itself. What’s new in your world?