Extraits

He had what Avery called RDF— resting dick face. A grumpy, hardened facial expression that read unapproachable.

It just turned out that she was, in fact… nice. She was beyond nice. She was the kind of good that poets wrote love sonnets about. The kind of good that people prayed to cross paths with. The kind of good that people hurt the most.

He also had an issue with a wandering dick. That thing always ended up in places it didn’t belong. I applauded any woman who had the opportunity of meeting said penis. It was probably the most mediocre three minutes of their lives— four minutes if he had caffeine.

The feeling I’d felt was so foreign to me. It was nothing like butterflies in my stomach. It was like dragons. Fierce, intense, and powerful. I’d never felt that before with another person. I’d never felt connected to something so strongly. I’d wondered if he felt it, too.