“I know you would. You’re much too good for me.”
She’d never give him up though, she’s much too selfish. Loves him too much. Fingers reach up to stroke along his jaw line. Rarely is she ever this tender.
“I didn’t mean to take so long.”
She doesn’t mention she had no idea she disappeared. Another black out episode. Still, she always seemed to find her way back to him, so she was grateful to whom ever it was who guided her back. Sometimes it felt like she was following a string.
She’s basking in it, practically preening under his attention.
Missing him had been an understatement. It’s like a limb that had been previously severed was returned to her to it’s fullest ability.
@yarnguided Her eyebrows furrow, and an annoyed look crossed her features.
“Seriously? You’re gonna be passive aggressive now? If you trying to tell me something, just tell me, Damascus.”
@yarnguided She moves out of his grasp, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m talking about romantic liking, Dama. Not that I’m waiting for some guy to show me attention, my worth is beyond that, but there are no suitors.”
Are they stating the obvious now?
“Yeah, I love you, too, Dama. But it doesn’t count, I’m talking about boys who actually like-like me. “ https://t.co/8d9xNqmUwh