POV: Violet
If anyone had told me three months ago that my life would turn into a combination of a rom com, a steamy romance novel, and some kind of supernatural domestic sitcom, I would’ve laughed in their face.
But here I was.
Three months since that night. Three months since I broke my sacred “three month rule” and gave myself to RayRay.
And holy crap.
If s*x was a sport, Ryan would’ve been recruited to the Olympics on day two.
Correction: we would have been recruited. Because apparently, we were those people now. The obnoxious couple that couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Kitchen? Done it. Couch? Done it. Against the door? Done it. Shower? Yeah… slippery but worth it.
Don’t even get me started on the washing machine. RIP to that poor appliance.
But the wildest part was
