The Perfect Spiral Book PDF Free by Ashley Constantine

Why does he care so much? I just don’t get it. It’s like a switch flipped in his mind in Savannah and he decided to be nice to me all of a sudden. I left the room and went out to the kitchen, pressing dial when I saw his name on my screen. He answered…

You did it all the time in high school, and you’re still doing it now. Girls are pining for your attention all the time. Don’t act like you don’t love it. You practically eat this up everywhere you go. So don’t pull the ‘please pity me, Alex’ crap with me. I’m not stupid, I won’t…

She saunters back to our table, her hips swaying with each step. “I’m sorry, but the kitchen doesn’t have any other order for this table other than a… Sizzler pizza,” she says, glancing down at her notepad once more, “But I can place an order for you if you’d like? I can get you a…

My eyelids grew heavier with each passing minute, and soon, I surrendered to the pull of sleep. I was relieved to finally drift off after spending what felt like an eternity in my room. I had no intention of leaving anytime soon. A deep, restful sleep was exactly what I needed after the day I’d…

“And I’m sorry about what happened yesterday morning downstairs I got carried away, it shouldn’t have happenes,” L say, trying to convince myself more than lun But it’s not working. That kiss was manething else. Something I can’t put into words “I’m sorry, Alex. I’m sorry I’ve put you through this I’m not happy about…

“Where to first?” he asks as we drive along the smooth road. } “Um… I was thinking maybe she’d like a bag? Since you said there’s no budget… Maybe a Hermes bag? Or a Coach bag?” I suggest. He looks at me as if I’ve grown a second head, his eyes darting between me and…

“Excellent choice, Sir. Obviously, you have great taste!” The saleswoman interrupted, strutting over to him and stroking his arm. He thanked her with a smile. Here we go, I thought again. I left them to their conversation, unable to tolerate the saleswoman’s helium-infused voice any longer. I wandered over to the other Birkin bags on…

“Woah! Who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?” He attempts to joke, but I’m not in the mood. I’m angry. Very angry. I hear Wes clear his throat and I glance at him. He’s shaking his head at Kyle, silently warning him not to push me. He’s right. If Kyle pushes me any further, I’ll…

He scooted closer to me, reminding me of the time we’d sat on the bathroom floor a few weeks back. “You’re the cutest boy and the only one who doesn’t constantly piss me off! Aren’t ya, buddy? You’re such a cutie pie! Mama missed you so much!” I cooed at Boomer. “Hey! That hurts, baby…

I rolled my eyes at Knox’s comment, slipped into my jersey, and slid into bed. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed me. “Yup!” He pops his ‘p’. I bite my lower lip, trying to control my urge to dive face-first into them. I grab one and take a bite, the taste of the magical chocolate…