LOVE TO HEAR YOU BEG
LIV
I push my way through the crowded hotel lobby, feeling as out of place as I usually do in public. If I had my way, I’d never leave my apartment. I’d just stay bundled up in a comfy pair of pajamas with the latest romance in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.
Absolute perfection.
So what if I’m nineteen and live like an old spinster woman from the 1800s? My cat doesn’t seem to mind. I push aside the thought that Chester McPawsy shouldn’t be the only male in my life.
Whatever, I’m happy with my cat and my hymen.
Maybe if I tell myself that a few more hundred times, I’ll actually start to believe it.
When I get to the counter, I’m met with a gorgeous blonde who gives me a smile that can only be accomplished with a huge paycheck and a lot of dental work.
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