....and Colin threw his head back to let out a laugh so loud and brazen in its bum-lickery that it resonated through the office window.

...I thought, God, I promise to stay a virgin, just please don't let anyone probe me.

Su aire de superioridad me irritó, pero aquella era su fiesta y yo era su invitada. Tenía educación suficiente para saber que no debía inmovilizarle el brazo a la espalda y aplastarle la cara contra el suelo.

If I’d said that to my sensible, smutty, twelve-year-old self, he would have laughed until he hemorrhaged

Laugh till you're exhausted.

Raegan and I were on the opposite side of town, strutting across the gravel lot of the Red Door, slowly and in unison, as if we were being filmed while walking to a badass soundtrack.