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Bella Swan/her new favorite word is no
Call it women's intuition.
Call it spidey sense.
Call it whatever the fuck you want, but it's like I knew he would try to pull something like this.
When he sent me the text message, I was still at work, and Alice handed me a strip of condoms longer than my arm.
"You are getting laid tonight ... I can't wait to hear all about it!" she cried, throwing her arms around me.
My boss is far too invested in my lack of a sex life.
I told her I wasn't planning on giving in tonight, and I meant it.
I needed a legit reason not to jump my hot football player, so I didn't shave.
I'm like a prickly pear-covered chastity belt.
"No." I shake my head.
"No?"
This boy's pout.
Lethal.
"We're not renegotiating anything. We're both adults, and we can make it until Friday."
"But think of the fun we could have before then."
I do.
I totally think about the things we could do in the next two days leading up to D-literally-day.
"No."