Joel
F***CK! F*cking Clarissa Banks and her immature, spoiled, rich, b*tch attitude. I looked at Gia, she had a somewhat shocked look on her face and she was a little bit pale.
She let out a breath, “You better explain,” she said.
Right, I don’t know what possessed me to say she was my future wife. We were having such a fantastic time. And if I really thought about it, she’d make a great candidate to be my wife. She was beautiful, accomplished, witty, kind, and she made me laugh.
I stared at her while she waited for me to say something. I was very attracted to her. Kissing and licking her cheek as I cleaned the little bit of chicken salad she had gotten there, I felt myself stir before my desire was completely banked by the sound of Clarissa’s voice. The smattering of freckles
