Final Offer

Get drunk on life, not alcohol.

Love,

Lana

“I’m more than just a pretty face, Lana. I have a brain too.”

“Who lied to you and called you pretty?” She bats her lashes.

“You did…while I was between your legs with my tongue deep inside your needy cunt.”

Take that, you little witch.

She chokes on her breath. “God.”

“Please, no need to call me God outside of the bedroom. It gives me a complex.”

“Please can we do one, Cow-l? Pretty, pretty please.” Her bright eyes pierce through my resolve, tempting me to say yes.

“Ummm…”

She bats her lashes. “I’ll be your bestest friend ever.”

Don’t you dare fall for that.