K.L. Kreig

“Wait? Wait for what, Killian? Wait for you to grow back the balls Jilly cut off and tucked under her pillow? Wait for you to tell her that you know what my pussy tastes like or how you can’t forget that I made you come harder than you have in your life when I deep throated you? Wait for you to confess that all you can think about is fucking me and you can’t stand the very sight of her in your bed? Wait until she gets hit by a car so you’re free to be with me? Tell me…what exactly is it I’m supposed to wait for?”

“You’re being reckless and immature. You’re not in love with him.”

“Fuck you. You don’t know shit.”

, fuck him and the fucking gentlemanly horse he fucking rode in on. Fuck has now become my favorite fucking word.

“Unless you’re here to finally admit you married the wrong sister then just get the fuck out.”

“Just wait. That’s all I’m asking.”

“You’re being crude and petulant.”

“Well…bleeding out on the inside tends to make me snarky and bitter.”

“You need to leave.” Before I drop to my knees and make a bigger fool out of myself than I already have.

“Shep, there you are. You need to get back up with the guys.”