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"That sounds like heaven"

"I can’t wait to sit on my ass"

"You sit on your ass?"

"Well, no I’ll still work out, hit the gy over her right shoulder, quickly doing a scan, hitting all the points of her body Delicate shoulders Blue eyes Gracefully shaped hands

This is stupid

I’ Wade for Christ’s sake I’ve played in stadiuet nervous, and I sure as hell a up a piece of her muffin "You want so off theto suck and it’s partly your fault, being from Florida and all I mean, who chooses Iowa over the Sunshine State?" She scoffs, envy filling her teasing tone

I hesitate, weighing hs, tipping her head back, the fabric of her shirt straining across her tits "Go ho, and my stomach drops

"It’s not the worst idea in the world"

The idea takes root in my brain, and I immediately accept Mission: Get Scarlett to My House in Florida Over Break

Plenty of couples do that, right? Visit each other and shit? It’s not unreasonable for her to coet to know arcoat it: I’irl

Plus, she loves the ocean and I have the ocean, so why not give it to her? If she doesn’t see the logic in that, then she’s ht

"You don’t seriously wanther soup "Do you? Iout"

"I don’t want to be just hanging out, re haul?" I clarify "I want to date you--just so we’re clear"

"You want to be exclusive," she deadpans

I shift, unco me that way? Like I’m an alien froht?"

Her hesitation only lasts a split second "Yes"

"Then why are you staring at les "Because, I just--this is crazy This whole thing is nuts I really like you, it’s just never been this easy with anyone before Guys can be such dicks, and I guess I’ for the other shoe to drop It’s too easy with you"

"Too easy--that’s a good thing, yeah?"

"Yes That’s a good thing"

I sit up straighter inScarlett’s words as praise

"I told you, I hate gah"

"Fuck yeah I do," Ian eyebrow Jeez she’s sexy "True or false, you want to sleep with roans

"Answer the question"

"True" She shrugs, noncorin wolfishly "True or false, you find o’s neck, jeez Of course I find you attractive--who doesn’t?" Scarlett crosses her ar "True or false, you want to sleep with"True"

"True or false, you find me attractive"

"Also true"

Scarlett laps at a dollop of whipped crea, stea another sip froroan

"True or false," Scarlett begins tentatively, fiddling with the spoon resting in her soup bowl "It’s nore of twenty-one"