Swati Iyer

“Why is it so sexy when hot guys stare each other down like that? Why do I feel like licking the air? Am I ovulating?”
― Nicole Christie, Slow Burn

“I groped you like a blind whore in a braille factory, okay?! ”
― Nicole Christie, Celeb Crush

“So, Violet." Zane turns his chair in my direction. "Is your day getting better yet?"

"Pretty sure it's getting worse as we speak," I say.

-

Zane's dark eyes are sparkling with humor. "Come on," he says. "It's not that bad, is it?"

"Oh, let's see." I stare up at the fancy glass ball lamps hanging from the ceiling. "I got dumped at Taco Bill's today; fell down, split my pants, and generally humiliated myself in front of a complete stranger; went to dinner at a snooty restaurant, found out said stranger is my future step brother; got called a stripper, hooker, and virgin by my mother...did I leave anything out?"

"Well, I don't know. The night is still young — anything could happen." The corners of his beautiful mouth twitch upwards. "It can only get better, right?"

I frown. "Don't say that, you'll jinx me. Now my mom will come back and blurt out how she and Bill had kinky bathroom sex, and I'll run away before she can go into detail, and trip over that waiter carrying that flaming dessert - he'll go crashing into the lady with way too much product in her hair, and then the whole restaurant will be on fire.”
― Nicole Christie, Falling for the Ghost of You

“I groped you like a blind whore in a braille factory, okay?!  And then I shoved your hand down my pants, and rode it all the way to Happy Town!”
― Nicole Christie, Celeb Crush