“And you’re way beyond that right now. In fact, I don’t even know who this new you is…” Marie planted a hip on the counter, carrying a tray of fresh white mocha and raspberry frosted cupcakes. “You weren’t there, to see what went down,” Zoey hissed. “His thang hit the poor girl’s face. I mean, like right near her mouth. I don’t know which of us were more shocked. Them or me?” “You didn’t even give the poor man a chance. I called it, when I said you wouldn’t let him get his wick dipped. Y...ou’ve completely shut him out, and now our place looks like a cross between a floral shop and chocolate-covered fruit stand. It’s been a full week. You like him a lot, and you’re scared he might wreck your perfectly planned-out future. You’re a list maker. We’ve spent many nights together, and I’ve heard you making them in your sleep.” Zoey popped a triple chocolate death truffle in her mouth and moaned in ecstasy.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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