**completed**
HIGHEST RANKINGS:
#1 IN FICTION
#1 IN SLOWBURN
#1 IN COLLEGE
Penn State University.
Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious football players, and a girl that's trying to dig her way out of her parent's mess.
Naomi Black wa...
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Naomi Black
One Month Later
Naomi Black
February 6th.
"I'm not trying to be mean—but you aren't fitting into this dress NJ." I groaned, angry at Sloane for saying that. "Try harder to zip it!" I exclaim as she chuckles. "It's a Valentino! If it rips—I rip you!" She responds, walking around to the front of my body.
I nod, breathing out.
"I'm sorry—I'm just stress eating and I'm putting on weight. This new job, the new hours, Matti being gone—everything sucks." I whine as she chuckles. Before she could respond, Reese clears his throat.
We both snap our vision towards him—the new edition of Vogue, laying across his chest as he smiles at us.
"I for one—like a woman with more to grab. So—keep putting on that weight, baby. The more—the easier to grab when I'm fucking—" Sloane cuts him off by chucking one of the makeup bags at him.
I let out a laugh, as he catches it and sticks his tongue out at Sloane.
"Careful—you heard what Blake said— I'm such a whore that I'd let any tongue I'd see inside of me." She teases as I roll my eyes.
He was such an ass to her.
"Ignore him—he wouldn't know bread if a loaf was sat in front of him," Reese focuses back to the Vogue magazine in front of him as Sloane works her magic—walking back towards me.
