“You’re not just fucking him, are you? You’re falling for him.” She stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. My gaze swings to hers, and though I know I should, I can’t lie to her. Not about this. “Not exactly.” “Who do you think you’re fooling? He basically swallowed you whole, and now you’re watching him with those big, soft eyes that are practically oozing with”—she gestures at my face, her nose crinkling like she smells something bad—“what even is that? Yearning? Infatuation?”
I LOVE MIRAAAA SHES SO FUNNYY
