From the moment the wordsfind itleft my mouth, hope has taken hold.
Hope that she comes through with an alternate plan to destroy Chandler in a way that I haven’t been able to puzzle out myself.
I’ve been working on it too, but I don’t have the connections or the background knowledge of this town and how he fits in it to have any fresh ideas myself.
Since yesterday morning, the dude-bro’s taking up a lot of space in my head. That five-minute exchange cemented my need to make him pay, not just for what he’s done to me, but toeveryonehe’s hurt.
Even his wedding getting canceled and him starring as the villain in the world’s most viral video hasn’t changed him.
Since yesterday evening, though, all I can think about is playing dirty with Sabrina.
Kissing the ever-loving hell out of her.
Stripping her out of her clothes.
Licking every square inch of her body.
Making her scream my name in utter ecstasy.
Myrealname.
And this is a problem.
Because I’m walking around prepared to goSuper Vengeance Manwhile constantly suppressing a hard-on, which makes it hard to think.
You don’t see Thor distracted from saving the world because he’s battling boners.
I’ve sunk to new lows, and I’m now demanding Zen find out every morsel of gossip they can about Sabrina.
I close my eyes, I think about her.
I open my eyes, I think about her.
I go to Bean & Nugget, I think about her.
I get home, I think about her.
I avoid her, I think about her.
I see her, I think about her.
I comp someone’s meal because I heard them compliment another customer, I think about her.
I hold a door for someone, I think about her.
I call the number on the collar of a stray dog sitting outside the café, I think about her.
A less chilly breeze blows, and you guessed it,I think about her.
Fine.
Fine.
I’m destroying Chandler Sullivan because he made Sabrina cry.
Fuck everyone else in town.
He’s going down because he made Sabrina cry.
