“You’ve been touching yourself since we got in the car,” I announced. “Jesus Christ!” Johnny hissed, gaping at me in horror. I immediately regretted my choice of words and began to backpedal. “I mean, not touching yourself. Obviously, you weren’t touching yourself touching yourself—” “Please stop talking,” Johnny begged, holding up a hand.
this conversation gets me every. single. time😭 they’re so awkward🤣
