Chapter 25
Casey, Kara and I have been sitting on my front lawn watching Jason wash his Corvette, shirtless, might I add, for the past half hour. He looks like he jumped right off of a Calvin Klein ad with those pouty pink lips, that chiseled jawline and that body...
Wow.
"I bet he tastes like cinnamon," Casey says, sighing dreamily.
Kara and I look at her and snicker. "Cinnamon?" I repeat.
"Or whatever! My point is, I bet he tastes delicious," she says.
"How can you stand living next door to something so perfect?" Kara asks. "If I were you, I'd be pregnant with his baby by now."
"Thank God you're not me," I mumble, pulling my shades up and resting them on my head. "Besides, I have my own delicious man."
Kara makes a fake gagging noise. "Please."
"I don't know. Malone's not so
