Let's just say when Lacey is hammered the whole truth comes out of her, "I'm drunk." It seemed really important to make sure he understood my words, so I spoke slowly. "My mother slapped the sh** out of me, in front of my brother no less, so I stole her vodka and went to the beach." And well Everett he's just a yummy specimen of pure male-ness, "up close I could see the sweat and dirt coating his entire body. Gray smudges of what I guessed were concrete ran up his arms. All I wanted to do was reach out and see if he felt as good as he looked. "My eyes are up here." Even the words that come out of Everett's mouth is purely yummy, "I don't know, I think having you back against a tree would be pretty effing hot." He's always willing to go the extra mile to make sure Lacey knows how much he enjoys himself, "do I need to prove again how much I like it?" he growled, pinning my hands to the pillow beside my head."
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