"You have something to say?" His voice is a husky rumble.
I can't meet his eyes; I'm breathing hard, fixated on his mouth, that full lower lip. "I hate how tall you are."
"Do you?" His tone is mocking. Like he's thinking, Liar.
"Yes," i snap. "I hate how you always look down on me."
"Want me to get on my knees?"
SIR!!!!!! 🥵
— Apr 19, 2026 05:15AM
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