Kinsley
"Why did you have to call them love handles?!" I demand as I marsh through the market. Kit had to leave to save his mate or something, and now I'm stuck with Scott.
Beautiful, hot, and charming Scott, said he loves my love handles—LOVE HANDLES, as if I'm fat! And newsflash? I'm not! And he shouldn't have called my sides for love handles!
"Babe..." Scott is following me, and infuriatingly enough, every single woman is staring after his ass. "People with love handles aren't fat—"
"I don't want you to call them that!" I'm steaming mad and I won't let Scott forget that he has made a mistake.
"I said it with love," Scott gives me a sheepish, toothy grin. His red hair and tanned skin make him look like a s*x god, while APPARENTLY, I have love handles... Scott is a bastard for point
