LOVE TO HEAR YOU BEG

LIV

I push my way through the crowded hotel lobby, feeling as out of place as I usually do in public. If I had my way, I’d never leave my apartment. I’d just stay bundled up in a comfy pair of pajamas with the latest romance in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

Absolute perfection.

So what if I’m nineteen and live like an old spinster woman from the 1800s? My cat doesn’t seem to mind. I push aside the thought that Chester McPawsy shouldn’t be the only male in my life.

Whatever, I’m happy with my cat and my hymen....