My eyes are drawn down to myself. I haven't even changed out of my old ratty pajamas in what I think might be two days. "How do you know?" "I saw you." My stomach is in knots. He saw me? "Where?" "In my dreams." The moment he says it, a smile lights up my face. "Are you just fucking with me?" "No, but I'd like to be fucking you.”
— Sep 02, 2015 04:27AM
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