❝I think I'm falling in love with you,❞
❝Damnit Lilly, stop staring at that bloody book,❞
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Hillary Raymond and Stella Banks may not have been the best of friends, but they had an irrevocable bond created by their mutual love for books. The only...
Warning: I talk a bit about the female anatomy in this chapter.
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The first hour of the drive consisted of me pretending to sleep with earphones plugged into my ears so that I could avoid talking to Ryan while he drove.
One can only fake sleep for so long; which was why I decided to fake wake up.
"You know, I could drive for the next hour if you're tired." I offered, trying to deepen my voice to a sleepy drawl. I plucked out an earpiece to hear his reply.
"Not even if my life depended on it. No one touches my baby except me,"
I wasn't that hurt.
"Men and their cars," I retort, putting the earphones back in and closing my eyes.
Another five minuites go by.
"I know you're awake,"
I don't move.
I hear him chuckle.
I resist the urge to scowl.
"Come on, let's play a game."
My ears perk up; not like a dog's.
"Would you rather never have your period, or never fall sick?"
I peel open an eyelid. "You know what a period is?"
"No Raymonds. I'm the only being on earth who's got a sister who doesn't become a hormonal pregnant woman once a month."
"I'm telling Stella you called her that,"
"Over my dead body."
"With-so much-pleasure, I could keel over and die."
"Then you'd be dead too, genius." he says rolling his eyes.
"At least I died in pleasure," I ramble, trying to save my sorry ass from his verbal assault.
"You have no idea what it's like to really die in pleasure,"he smirks.
I pull out my earphones and make a face.
"Ew. What is wrong with your mind?" I pretentiously tap my chin; "Oh, wait I get it. You have no argument and therefore you resort to sexual innuendos, knowing that it makes me uncomfortable." I roll my eyes. "How pathetic,"
"It worked didn't it? Now, answer the question."
"Ugh, if you must know I'd rather never fall sick."
"Really, why?"
I gave him a long, long glance. "Do you really, really have to know?"
"Yes, now do I have to give you a drum roll, or are you going to start?"
