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Lacey
Idon't thinkyou shoulddothis.
Where does he get thenerve?
I bite my tongue. I want to tell him to go fuckhimself.
But I can'targue.
This goes against every logical thought inmyhead.
My mom has pulled so much shit. She doesn't deserve a second chance. A third chance. A whatever number thischanceis.
This is a woman who isn't afraid to turn a cancer scare into anI'm dying; do you really want your mother dyingalone?
She does whatever it takes to getherway.
Her intentions are good.Mostly.
She wants attention.Affection.Love.
But that doesn't excuse herbehavior.
"Maybe, but I'm doing it." I fold my arms. "With orwithoutyou."
"She insultedyourtits."
"They aresmall."
He tugs at the strap of my tank top. "They're fuckingperfect."
"I'mnotsure—"
"I am." He traces my top's neckline. "One more word and I'll have toproveit."
"Onemoreword."
He pushes the strap over my shoulder. "You think Iwon't?"
I stare into his eyes. "You're really bad at this whole threatthing."
He chuckles. "True." He digs his hand through my hair and pulls me into a low, deep kiss. "I'm going to give your tits every bit of attention theydeserve."
"I like the plansofar."
"After we finish thisconversation."
"You'reevil."
Hesmiles.
"She's right, you know. I would look better in a dress more suited for myfigure."
"And you look really fucking happy about hearingthattoo."
"I have broad shoulders, and narrow hips, and a small chest. I will look best in a strapless or a halter dress with a lot ofskirt—"
