Jamie jealous...noooo not him, not at all, “boyfriend jeans,” I blurt, my voice higher than normal. “What the eff do you mean your boyfriend’s jeans?” There are times Miranda can only handle so much of her man's antics, "my eyes fly open and I take a step away from him. “If you whip out your ***k I’ll punch you again.” Jamie knows how to ask those tough questions, “you’re terrified of having a Q-Tip swab your throat, but you’ll deep-throat my ***k?” I freaking loved this book, Jamie and Miranda were so easy to love.
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