Status Updates From Story of My Life (Story Lak...

incredible.

I have very low expectations for this book I strongly dislike this fmc

I wiggled my hips suggestively under him and reveled when his eyes went dark. “You’re insatiable,” he said, brushing my bangs back from my face. “You’re the one with the power tool between his legs.” He rolled his eyes. “I can tell you’re tired. Your penis descriptions start to go downhill.” “Descriptions, yes. But my appreciation of said penis never flags.”

I leaned into her, wrapping her ponytail around my fist and tugging until she looked up at me. “Hazel.” “Yes, jackass?” God, I wanted to kiss that smart mouth. “I like what we’ve got going on here, and I don’t want to share.” “I’m not some toy or dumb action figure.” I gave her a wicked look. “I’m aware. I’m not locking you up. I’m locking you down. For exclusive fucking.”

While I was admiring her, she was looking at me like I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Damn. Hazel Hart was beautiful when she was mad. Lucky for me, I seemed to have an uncanny knack for getting her there.

I’m still bored

“I write romance all day long. What I need is a man who isn’t going to throw a temper tantrum every time I do something he doesn’t appreciate.” “I’ll keep the temper tantrums to a minimum as long as you communicate better.” “I cannot believe you of all people think I’m bad at communicating,” she complained. “Imagine how much worse you are at it for me to be the one to say something.” “Fine.

I think Hazel is just so millennial that it’s cringy to me. No offense to millennials

“I need more books,” she observed as I sliced a blade through the next-to-last box, cutting it down for recycling. Her collection was respectable but nowhere near big enough to fill the shelves. Mine would have done it. Not that I was thinking about mingling my library with hers.

“But I feel kind of bad skipping off to have sex—if that’s what tile samples is a euphemism for—when the town is on the verge of bankruptcy.” “First of all, I’m not skipping anywhere. Second, life’s uncertain. Have sex first.” “An interesting life philosophy. I bet you can’t skip.” “I bet I can do other more interesting things.” “I’ll be the judge of that,” she decided smugly.

Like any respectable woman, all thoughts of sex temporarily left my head when we walked into the private dining room and the smell of fresh bread hit me in the olfactory sensors.