“Tell me exactly what you’re wearing, Misdial.” Olivia went up on her tiptoes, put her mouth to my ear, and whispered a new twist on the magical words that had brought us together. “My wedding dress and your favorite thong, Wrong Number.”
“Lose the pants, Beck.” That made all eyes in the entire fucking place turn to me. “I – I beg your pardon?” Were we seriously getting matching ass tattoos? Were we hillbillies now? No offense to people with ass tattoos, I thought, but what the hell?"
ok this was really cute