Sharing a bed with my bestfriends mom It’s a bit out of the way.”
Ava shook her head. “Ugh. Mylah practically floated into the room—tall, black and graceful, and dressed in flowing satin pants and a cropped sequin top that shimmered with every movement. He had never been inside a house for sale before, let alone with a woman he had been fantasizing about. One by one, the popular girls began to arrive at Bailey’s house, each making her own kind of entrance—like stars stepping onto a red carpet, radiating confidence, drama, and high-stakes gossip. Emerson grabbed Timmy Wilson by the arm. She collapsed onto the couch with a grateful sigh, her cheeks flushed from the pain and embarrassment. For Kassie. It’s all still in the works, but it’s pretty exciting.”
Jake couldn’t believe his ears. He had never felt this close to Ava, he just had to claim her. She would not let this break her. “Let’s get out of here,” Ava said abruptly, standing up. “It got pretty loud!”
“I guess this is goodbye,” Ava whispered softly. She watched the camera as if it were a lover, her eyes full of a fake desire. She was sprawled on the floor, her sweater riding up to expose her midriff, and her pants stretched tight across her thighs. It looked like a showroom rather than a home. Another had a “Math is Life” hoodie. Mylah practically floated into the room—tall, black and graceful, and dressed in flowing satin pants and a cropped sequin top that shimmered with every movement.
