I then follow Angel into the bedroom. She tosses her purse and phone onto the bed and goes to head out of the room when I grab a hold of her wrist. She jumps and hisses in a breath. “What’s wrong?” I ask, stepping up to her. “Nothing.” I frown, looking down at my hand around her wrist. I catch si...
You look beautiful, babe.” We all turn to watch Holly and my mom walk into the living room.“Where’s Angel?”“She will be right out,” my mom says, then laughs.Is my mom drunk? Fantastic. Means Angel is probably trashed. We will have to cut the night short. It is her birthday though, so whatever she...
And I hate coffee. But it just sounded so good. Well, it doesn’t taste as good as it sounded. Plus my tongue is numb from where I burnt the hell out of it. I make my way into our house. My parents have many houses all over the world, but this is the one I grew up in. The o...