Violet Haze

Drink up and tell me, what’s up with Professor Ryan? He seemed to have a bug up his ass about something this morning,” he says. “I wanted to bitch slap him.”

the one where his ruffled wavy black hair that touches the nape of his neck just so is perfect, his face is slight scruffy but not enough to count as anything less than sexy, and his lowered eyes make you think he’s not been out of bed long.

His deep voice is sexy just as I imagined it would be from simply looking at him.

“My card is in your pocket, Caroline. Call me.”

“Ah, nothing. It’s obvious he wants to fuck you.”

He comes around the table and kisses my cheek.

Nathan and Rissa, his other girlfriend, are having sex when I arrive home.

“Not a lot of people have my personal mobile, so you’re either the really beautiful girl from the cafe, or an older lady I helped cross the street earlier today.”

“Not a lot of people have my personal mobile, so you’re either the really beautiful girl from the cafe, or an older lady I helped cross the street earlier today.”

Hyper in a way that sort of has me imagining how a chipmunk on crack would act—”