m.a.n._w.h.o._s.t.i.c.k._t.o._o.n.e.
I was developing a major crush on him, not because of his appearance, but his extrovert personality — his approach on me. He can have his way, anytime, anywhere.
On my back I rolled to face him, my hand cupping his chin, touching his rugged shadow. He inched up closer, and put his arms around me.
Are you attched?
I’d hope that you never ask.
But I did. So…
Yes I am.
That was weeks back. I hate it when I am not getting any. I detest it more if I am the third body.
