Page 29 of Only With Me
Poison Ivy Girl: You act like you’ve never seen an ass in a bikini before.
She has a point but still…this is a close-up shot I don’t think any of us were expecting.
Unknown #5: Bruised or not, that’s a fine-looking ass!
Whoever that dipshit is added a peach emoji with a tongue.
Fucker.
Gretchen’s Owner: Damn. I didn’t know it looked that bad. But everyone’s right, you have a nice booty!
That’s the girl who had the horse with the nail in its hoof. I changed her contact too so I could start keeping track of which number belongs to who.
Poison Ivy Girl: Yeah, they take forever to heal too. I couldn’t sit on my horse comfortably for two weeks.
Gretchen’s Owner: Two weeks? You need to do some at-home remedies to help them heal faster. Like cold and hot compresses or even Arnica gel.
Unknown #4: Spend one night with me and you wouldn’t sit for a month, baby…but for a whole different reason.
Then the dipshit sends a winking emoji, and I want to reach through the phone and strangle him.
His new contact name isPerverted Asshole.
Gretchen’s Owner: Shut up, dumbass.
Perverted Asshole: Or what?
Gretchen’s Owner: She could snap you like a twig and you know it.
Oh, he’s scrawny.Good to know. He just got a name upgrade.
Scrawny Perverted Asshole: Ooh, keep talking naughty. You know I like that.
I roll my eyes at his gross attempt at flirting and decide it’s better if I ignore him—for now. My concern is how bad her bruises look and if that’s normal for her.
Waylon: Do you always bruise like a peach?
I’ve had my fair share of falls, Noah too, and I don’t think either of us has had bruises look that bad.
Poison Ivy Girl: Yeah, ever since I was a teenager. It doesn’t take much. Just bumping into something will cause a bruise to form.
Waylon: That’s not normal. This might sound weird, but you might have a vitamin K deficiency, which is why your blood isn’t clotting the way it should be.
Poison Ivy Girl: Actually, that makes sense. I was put on blood thinners for a couple years when I was thirteen. I’ll call my doctor to do some lab work when this damn rash goes away.
Great, now I have more questions than answers about why she was on blood thinners at such a young age, but I’m glad she’s willing to get it checked out.
“Waylon!” Magnolia’s loud voice startles the shit out of me, and I drop my phone.
“What?”
Looking up, Tripp and Wilder are laughing at me.
“I’ve been tryin’ to get your attention for five minutes. Who the hell are you talkin’ to?” Magnolia lifts a brow. “A girl?”
“None of your damn business.”
I lock my phone and shove it into my pocket.
