“Damn right- I refuse. I’m not going to punish myself. Plus, I don’t want my boobs to sag.” Drawing my attention with her nasally, rough voice, Evaline set down her bottle of wine with a dramatic sigh. “It’s hard enough looking so good. I’m too lazy to work out. That’s why I walk to work and stuff. Keeps me in shape.”
A smirk tilted my lips at her half-joking, superficial side, and Evaline shook her head only to wince again. She was on the birth control shots, but I knew she was thinking of doing something more permanent. Knowing her own limitations when it came to a home life was part of what made her so attractive. If she bounced between wanting kids, a white picket fence, and a golden retriever, and not wanting it, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand her.
That s**t was too stressful.
