"Guaranteed it's because you don't like yourself." Edy said with a casual shrug. "I've known you for all of five damn minutes and it's clear as fuck that you've got some insecurities. Whatever. We all do. But so what? You don't want me looking at your dick? Tell me to fuck off then and don't take it when I continue to do it. You don't want to talk about sex? Stop justifying why and just stand your ground. You don't know me, and you probably don't like me, but you're bending over backwards it seems to make sure I don't get annoyed or mad or whatever at you.
Why? The actual fuck for? It's nighttime isn't it? Isn't that your thing?"
Stopping dead in front of Sam, Edy raised a challenging brow, pulled her hand, and then reached out to punch him as hard as she could in the shoulder.
Why? The actual fuck for? It's nighttime isn't it? Isn't that your thing?"
Stopping dead in front of Sam, Edy raised a challenging brow, pulled her hand, and then reached out to punch him as hard as she could in the shoulder.
you and me been catching on like a wildfire
