Six days and 10,004 words later, I'm still in it to win it. And by win it, I mean: learn how to write an Irish accent without it sounding like a scene from SHREK or an ad for Lucky Charms.
“Knock it off, Colin,” I whispered against his mouth, even though his hands felt like they were right where they belonged. “Seriously. I have a boyfriend.”
“If I thought for even a moment that you were in love with that scrawny streak of piss, I’d leave ye be, but we both know yer not.”
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