When In Paris... (Language Of Love) - Plot & Excerpts
CHAPTER SEVENZACHNo one has ever accused me of being stupid. And not just when it comes to books. I know when a girl is into me. The signs aren’t usually hard to read.I glance down at my crotch and feel lust tugging at my gut. My signs aren’t hard to read either.I lift my gaze to the door Olivia just disappeared through and shake my head, knowing I hadn’t just dreamt the whole thing. My heart is thundering so loud in my ears, I can’t hear anything else for at least a minute. The minute it takes me to get control of my body and my breathing.I walk to the living room and drop onto the couch, swinging my legs up until I’m laid out in a full sprawl.What the hell just happened? I’m not exactly sure. The only thing I know is I don’t think I’ve been this turned on since my first look at the Playboy magazine I found under my dad’s mattress. Or was it Penthouse? Who the hell knows, all I do know is I was a horny thirteen-year-old.I’d goaded her. At some point I should have told her the truth.
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