Make me your fucking whore. xxx desi “It was comfortable, though. She was comfortable. Then she muttered something under her breath. Had the smiles and laughter and long, deep talks meant nothing? “The same goes for you.”
“I know. There’s someone else, so she’s staying there.”
Silence reigned between us for several moments, and I resigned myself to studying my coffee cup again. I sat up straight. “The same goes for you.”
“I know. I’ve met your family for Christ’s sake.”
I waited for her to say something—anything—but she didn’t even look at me or acknowledge anything I was saying. Over time, it’d grown into legitimate affection, care, and love. Goddammit! Me too, baby.”
Jess lived in Kansas. “Look at the bright side. She’s welcome to whatever else she can find, if she wants it that bad.”
I sighed and said, “I just needed to get out of there. And why did she have to look so beautiful, kneeling in my bed and looking nude and so vulnerable?
