His Mafia Princess

a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way

And every single time I went back home was

ut when I looked into his warm brown eyes and his goofy smile revealed his dimples, I lost my nerve. Now here I was, lying in his

ing in the last seven years. It's ti

business", I still hadn't declared a major. If I had, NYU likely would have academically excluded me by now. My life

oing to have to live the life daddy had planned for me. At least when I left tonight, I could fina

said, the words finall

inning to stir,

he said groggily, thinking nothing of my words as he unwrapped his arms f

we ne

d of syrup, because you're a freak. I know,"

to meet Kenny, who was stuck covering

m excited. And there's plenty of time before your first class," said Sco

at the large coffee in the cup holder. "Kenny's sti

said Scott, like showing up for his f

adventures. We got out of the car and headed int

me last night question. I'm going to start making you pay rent," said Kenny wi

to stop hitting on me,

o bring along," Scott whispered back.

ad a conspiracy theory going about Scott and me having a secret relationship. Sometimes

ng with Scott. As long as you don't mind that, we

ment to absorb

enny, looking doubtful. "Is it?" he leaned in and asked. "

aid Scott, pushing Kenny away from

r of the bakery. It was just Scott and me, looking around the place. Somewhe

ng look

k to Chicago,"

rs to my heart, and this wasn't coming out the way I w

f the semester, Stace. Just last night you were saying you

me to get married," I said m

ing in pitch. Realizing he was being loud, he lowered h

n calm as we stood before the display case next to other customers. He had earned the truth after

d sugary frosting, the slight coolness coming from the display case, the taste of bile r

ounding less certai

ven years had I felt more compelled to tell him the truth about who I w

I have people looking at me wherever I go. Both sexes, not jus

" Scott stepped away an