Truth was, as irritating as I found all of it, Gnarly was right. It was hilarious. It made me want to throw Sorsha over my shoulder, take her to my room, and bend her over my knee. Little Wildcat deserves to be punished, but all I keep thinking about is what that'll lead to. And I just really can't have that. It'll make things so much fu.cking worse.
"Your dad adores her," Saylor said as she watched them talk on the other side of the room.
Rubble needs to give us the go-ahead before I lose my mind.
"Can't believe Lisa isn't here right now," Gnarly mumbled. "She'd love Sorsha and then try to play match-maker."
"Don't bring my ma into this," I stated.
It's hard enough trying to keep my nosey a.ss mother away from the girl who's turning my life upside down without Gnarly meddling too.
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