he’s lying wrapped in a sheet and he’s got a contented smile on his little face and his arms are behind his head and he sighs loudly and murmurs “we could do the friend thing.” I tip my head back and laugh because he hasn’t yet learned to keep his hands away from me. “we can’t be friends,” I snort. his eyes turn imploring and he sets his jaw stubbornly and he grumbles “we can be friends, we just can’t be alone together. ever.”
is it morally okay to pray that your crush’s relationship doesn’t work out
Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.
the more sexual and inappropriate you are with me the better we’ll get along