Stan, when under the influence of some good meds, and exhaustion have words just pop out of his mouth, “if you want to date me, all you need to do is say the word. I’d never let you go.” My thoughts become words as I feel myself being dragged under a wave of sleep." Stan is a grabby man, “did you squeeze my ***?” I’m still cupping it. “That answers my question. Are you going to let go?” She hasn’t jumped away. God bless whoever invented yoga pants. Reluctantly, I let go." I loved this book I loved Stan.
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