mischa barton and olivia wilde

आप pull up to your house, an घंटा and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t घर to realize आप didn’t come straight घर after school. To be honest, आप never actually went. आप spent the दिन in your lover’s arms, not moving from the बिस्तर except for that घंटा long शावर, शॉवर आप took. आप close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across आप face as आप think of the way she touched you. आप blush, thinking of the way she made आप come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time आप didn’t have to fake your...

Your cell phone rings, waking आप from a peaceful sleep. आप reluctantly climb out of बिस्तर to find it, wrapping a sheet around आप and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call आप at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, आप smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. आप flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” आप say, your voice laced with the effects of sleep.
“Marissa Cooper,” the voice on the other end screeches. “Where the hell are you, young lady?”
“Yeah, nice to hear from you, too, Mom,” आप say sarcastically.
“Where...