Yep, May has diarrhea of the mouth, “no, it’s not the beard, okay? Your beard was hideous, but it wasn’t scary. It wouldn’t keep me out of your bed.” Sometimes things just get lost in translation:
He’s frowning. “What exactly are you talking about?”
I blow out a big frustrated breath of air and then let the words just fly out of my mouth. They can’t be contained any longer. “Sex, duh. What are you talking about?”
He stands, still hanging onto my hand. “I was talking about your workouts.”
I really liked this book it was entertaining you never knew what May was going to say or do that girl kept us on my toes.