Prompted by: Harim
You wanna know what I’m doing right now?
I’m trying on shoes.
Which is pretty damn ironic because I don’t have any feet. I don’t have any ankles either. Or shins, for that matter. I do have one knee, though. It actually comes in sorta handy sometimes.
But anyway, you’re wondering what the hell happened to my legs, right?
Long story short, it was a motorcycle accident.
I’d love to tell you more details. But I can’t at the moment. I’m too distracted.
Do you see the girl who’s helping me? She’s really cute, isn’t she? The dangerous type of cute. The shoe-clerk-by-day-and-pornstar-by-night type of cute.
Petite. Redhead. Glasses.
I have a soft spot for that combo. Well, maybe it’s not all that soft, if ya know what I mean?
“Here, try these on for size.”
Taking the sneakers that she shoved at me, I could’ve sworn I’d detected a hint of amusement in her tone. As for me? I wasn’t amused in the least. Because they weren’t the Nike’s I’d wanted. Instead, I had in my hands a pair of…
I raised a dubious brow. “I didn’t ask for these.”
“I know. But I like them better,” she giggled. Yeah, she seriously giggled. “Plus, they’re more comfortable.”
Looking up, I shot her a wry grin. “Does it really matter anymore?”
Without skipping a beat, she smiled back and said, “I only sleep with guys who wear Chucks.”
I laughed. Who wouldn’t laugh at that? The girl has got some nerve. And besides, she’s the dangerous type of cute, remember?
“Box em up.”
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