We’ve got to go.”
“Let me at least get my stuff!” Tyler said. I know you don’t want anything to do with Gerrards, but I would have—”
“Oh, fuck no! Her full lips compressed against each other as she sniffled… mere inches from mine. A random paper clip? She’s a wet blanket in bed, though. “Come on, Marcus! Weaving my fingers through her silver hair, I massaged her scalp at the back of her head. With her gun? “Yeah,” I said. You are not a Gerrard!” Tyler cut in. Emily shook her head. “Natalie, he’s said some heinous shit about you. The lines of coke were gone—remnants were scattered across the glass surface, and Baldy was passed out on the same couch I’d found him on. “I go where you go.”
“Good deal,” I said, sitting in Shaggy’s chair across from the couch where the poor bald guy still managed to snooze through Natashya’s prodding. She’s a good kisser. “A little harsh, don’t you think?” Emily said, appearing through the doorway from outside with Natashya on her heels.
