“Good.” I lean in so he can hear me better. “Does he know I just had my hands up your shirt?” I ask.ĭiego’s disembodied voice rings tinnily from the phone: “I do now.” Or I can list about five hundred other relatives.” I watch her face go from concerned to guilty because she’s about to tell me she has to leave me alone with my busted car on Minnetonka Boulevard. When I say mid-making out, I mean I have to pull my hands out of her bra so she can get her phone from her purse. While we waited, Diego called with an infected tooth needing emergency attention and Olive was the only one who answered her phone at one in the morning-on the side of the road, with me, mid-making out while we waited for said tow truck. I waited around, talking to Diego, and Natalia, and Jules until Olive’s last table was cleaned and set for lunch the next day.Īnd then, on the drive home, my left rear tire blew, damaging the rim and necessitating a tow-truck. Christina Lauren - The Unhoneymooners - Loudly, Proudly, Profoundlyįor as much as I would like to tell you that Olive and I left Camelia immediately and went back to my place for some slow intense sex, followed by fast intense sex, followed by some sleeping-and then middle of the night lazy sex-it didn’t happen that way.įor one, she still had to finish her shift at the restaurant. Hugs to our wonderful winner for allowing us to post it. This is just a little snapshot and takes place immediately following the last chapter but pre epilogue. One of the items we offered was a bonus chapter from The Unhoneymooners. Last November we participated in the Romancing the Runoff auction.
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