I Knew You'd Cum
“How much longer then?”
“Five minutes.”
“You said that six minutes ago.”
“Maybe I knew you’d ask again, and I wanted another excuse to hear your sweet voice,” he took his eyes off the road to give me a doe-eyed stare, “Sweetheart.”
I scrunched my nose. “Don’t be gross.”
“There’s nothing gross about love, dear.”
Welcome to the first official book in the Pink Cherry Universe, where fake dating your professor is not only believable but encouraged.
Falling for him? Well, that’s another story.
JD
I'm already confused.