My guy transcended worlds for you, and you cried so happily after meeting. You’re telling me we’re still doing this rigmarole, and you can’t even admit to liking the guy. Can’t even cuddle in bed? Damn. They like each other. What’s the point of stretching this out so much?
My guy transcended worlds for you, and you cried so happily after meeting. You’re telling me we’re still doing this
rigmarole, and you can’t even admit to liking the guy. Can’t even cuddle in bed? Damn.
They like each other. What’s the point of stretching this out so much?