☆彡 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀
❛ bring me your mouth and your mystery! ❜
sonny hated mysteries,
but she was the biggest
one of all in jj's opinion.
UNDER EDITING
a tasting summer novel!
PLOT outer ba...
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Too long, really. It gave Sonny too much time to think, too much time to dwell.
About Barry and Rafe, about last summer, about JJ taking the money, about what she'd admitted to him. 'Cause I look like a Kook but I'm a self-destructive piece of shit.
Talk about embarrassing.
She'd bared a piece of her soul to him, back there. A small snippet of the scared little girl who resided beneath all of her armour. Sonny hadn't meant to. It just tumbled out of her in the moment and now she'd had time to think about it, Sonny really wished that it hadn't.
Because now came the frenzy— the itch to punish herself for letting someone see her. The real her, even if only a slight fragment. She was embarrassed, regretful; everything Sonny tried so hard to avoid. It made her skin burn and her tummy twist, and she wished she could go back in time to undo it. It just wasn't how she operated.
