“My, oh my, are you angry, my prince?” Marcus grins, his eyes are shining bright.
Preston shoves him away and smiles at me but it’s forced. He wraps an arm around my shoulders.
“Let’s go inside, Vee. Some fly is polluting my air with its constant buzzing.”
“I I haven’t finished talking. Also this needs to go.”
Marcus grabs Preston’s wrist from my shoulder.
I can’t wait for fkn June 😩
— May 31, 2026 06:07AM
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