“Where's my cell phone?" I ask. "And please put a shirt on." He reaches down and grabs my phone off the floor. "Why?" "The reason I need my cell," I say as I take it from him, "is to call… — Simone Elkeles Copy Share Image
“Reesee answered my cell?” Dusty was silent. “Dusty,” he called. “My daughter answered your cell?” “If I say yes, are you gonna get pissed at your girl?” “Uh… yeah.” “Then I decline to answer.” Fuck.” — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
