She wore her cow PJs and a tight T. XXX God. For me. And fucking Clive. “You are right. But I was weak. This is how heavily: I went to the liquor store and bought a fifth of vodka. She said inside of her. There’s a difference between a friend gift and a lover gift. She said she was on the pill. God.”
“He looked like Ryan Seacrest.”
Anna looked at me. It smelled like rubbing alcohol. I swallowed my tongue. It was gentle and raw and emotional. “I, uh. She wore her cow PJs and a tight T. She looked stunning, even with her makeup running down her cheeks.
