Denny: Speak to you when we’re in Florida
Denny: Keep me updated!
Lex: Are you going to switch out Salome’s name, @Victoria?
Victoria: You know what? I think I am!
Wynter: Look at my nails! I think if Victoria flunks school, she could be an esthetician, whaddayathink?
*Wynter sends picture*
Callan: Are they knives? They look like knives. They have points!
Wynter: Considering how hard she filed them, yes
Victoria:
SIXTY-ONE
BITE ME FOR CHRISTMAS
Her teeth sinkinginto my forearm was this morning’s alarm.
“Maxim.”
I sigh.
“Maxim!”
My head rocks on the pillow.
“Maxim.”
Those sharp little teeth bite my delt and her fingers scope the detailed oskal that takes up the bulk of my spine.
“MAXIM!”
“Jesus Christ, Victoria, what?!”
“Oh, you’re awake!”
My eyes pop open, just in time to see her smug smile. “You,kotik, are a menace.”
She shrieks when I roll her over, tumbling and binding her arms in the miles of fabric she insists upon for our bedding.
Her yelps turn into laughter when I press my face to her throat and suck on her pulse point.
“It’s Christmas morning.”
“And?”
“It’s CHRISTMAS!”
“What about it?”
“Presents.”
“No presents,” I chide. “Only presents for people who don’t wake me up.”
